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Self Loss
People flock to see things
That, well, people flock to see.
And that is why we call
Them "sheep" you see.
Or robots, lemmings,
followers, or a crowd -
Because to stand out
Is, well, "rather loud".
Being in a murmuration
Keeps you anonymous.
This way there's no need
To show any kind of fuss,
Get noticed, have opinions,
Flout rules or demur,
Rock the boat or
Create any kind of stir,
Swim upstream,
Beat a different drum,
Sing from another hymn sheet
Or produce a discordant hum.
For this loss of Self, however,
This is a poor man's show.
That other (rare) transcendent mode
Can set our hearts aglow!
December 18th/19th 2020
© Sophie Brown 2020
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