Ego

Is it an eternal furnace of coal? Is it the murky dark night of my soul? Is it a fathomlessly hollow well? Is my ego as perilous as hell? Is it power and strength in their fullness? Is it existence in its absurdness? From this coffin, could I ever return? Herein, would I perpetually burn? Are days in ego unendingly nights? Does affliction, herein, like serpents, bites? Is it the inner self's whirlpooling sea? Is it an insidious trap in me? I muse on ego and find no retort. I find no way out of this self-built fort.