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Ego and Eternity
Notes on a life
Aug 15, 2021
You own them,
your actions —
or they own you.
In a rich life, both.
Soon enough you die.
One set canonises you,
another rather not.
Your mental mercury frozen,
it is now possible
to get a fix on you.
You become the bitch
of several opposing
schools of thought.
Bidding opens for more.
The vultures feed and get strong.
We know these things;
we know them as pupae.
And long may we remember:
They’re voracious, your audience,
but they’re yours.
All you ever had outside
bone graft family,
blood brothers,
true love’s drug and
dumb animal devotion.
And in time the full-fed beast
shall consign your bones to rest,
affording you the proper legacy of man,
inconsequentiality.
A butterfly beating back the dark.
Were you happy?
That sort of thing.
