Ego
ego identity long since vaporised
at times yet surreptitiously resurrects
it’s now like a dusty, discarded book
lying somewhere on our bookshelf
it served its purpose in our early years
but then acquired a mind of its own
soon after tail began wagging the dog
so we plucked it out to sing soul’s song
we now roam the earth bubbling with mirth
this is taken as an orientation unbecoming
trauma bonding with darkness most fear light
so we dwell in the void, vibrant in our aloneness
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