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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.
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Christuraj Alex
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