versus Plato

I gave up my quest

For a strong clear mind

I surrender to the waffle

That decides both sides

I relinquish all claims

I go with the flow

I no longer wish the clarity

Of the high alpine lake

My mind's a broad roaming river

Dark with swirling muds & silts

I find myself substantial as dust-devils

Crossing country roads

I'm happy to spin and spiral there

It may be true – perhaps it's true –

I may have no mind at all.