Do Not Mind The Volume, I Do Not Mind It At All Too... Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not criticize me for the quantity
i do not mind, it is the most normal thing that happens
in the ordinariness of my
life,

true, we are weighed, we are not counted,
because the numbers do not matter at all
i know that perfectly
but do not worry, do not make it a problem at all
because it is the most normal even that happens
in the most ordinary day of my life,

i, too long, for the One,
the God of Quality, the One that perhaps the whole of this
galaxy shall seek and
worship and hence cannot ever forget

but honestly, what is the use of the One
when you do not allow me to speak my Mind anymore?
what is the use of those streams of
consciousness
if in the last years of my life
i shall offer you only a single line

must it sound to be the best
epitaph of the
Tutankhamen Tomb?