Beast

"He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." I said it as if it were my own lines. I stole it as if it were cheap. Nothing's cheap. Especially a stereo headset. The thought of rummaging has me nervous. Where's the meaning? A search for the inner self: a collection of language and ideas disposed of by others who have influenced our lives. Why can't we come up with anything new to say? Mother's should teach their sons and daughters that line rather than the traditional "nice to say". It's nice to say a lot of things, and there are many nice things to say. Who will listen when we turn to dust? Who will polish their joints' metallic rust? There's a darker, heavier, deeper thrush. Only to comply with what's expected of us, and return to the discipline that has begotten our thoughts, a rake in the sand, its handle sunlit, a dog in the sun, lapping at the ocean ebb.