You is my friend
I mean: Hugh is my friend
But Hugh no longer understands
They lie so much
to Hugh that Hugh
Can no longer tell
What’s false or true
Nor does Hugh know much
About the god Ahura Mazda
Hugh can’t see
That Ahura is shortened to Hur
and Mazda’s truncated to Maz
Put em together
And what’ve you got?
Hur maz, or Hor muz
Like the Strait of Hormuz
You’ll get there faster
With Zoroaster
The prophet
Who’s sick of Hugh
For tolerating lies
And Mazda, they say, means wise
When really it’s closer to
Placing the mind
And where will you place it?
What’ll you attend to, Hugh?
What can you do?
Will Hugh deviate from fate?
They say the weight
May be too great
But weigh
Can mean both burden
And consideration
Can Hugh even choose?
Will Hugh startle?
Will Hugh start?
Will you depart
From the light to the dark
Like a reflex?
Or will you reflect?
Like a stone in the bed
In the bed of the stream
Awake in the dream