The Same Thing for Our Minds

Salt tales. You need them,
Need them both, the same
Way both can kill you,

Make you sick at least.
Your blood’s from the sea;
You need salt in it.

Your mind’s seas of words;
You crave tales from them.
Dark shapes from the deep

That eat you, you eat.
With a bit of salt,
Of course, but you eat.

We’ll grant you small tales,
The plans in your head,
Help you through your days.

We don’t say you’ll thrive
With no tale to tell.
Your lives are told tales

In both minds and mouths.
But still. Your hearts work
Too hard. Your blood’s thick.

All you eat comes rimed
With tales, birth to death.
You’re sick of them all.

The sea’s not just salt.
It’s wet. You can’t drink
All salt. You need fresh.