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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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