Ego

Shadowy dream images
Brush insubstantial fingers across your lips
The drifting melodrama of perception
Sift endlessly through partial understanding
Circular logic defies linear pattering
Sliding silently down the corridors of genetic memory
Blindly recording emotions of unknown conscious origin
Scanning the aether for confirmation
That your existence is more
Then the twisted figment of deranged deities pondering
Wallowing in self pity
That can only come from the granduer
Of the over inflated sense of self importance
Relentlessly flinging your psyche
Against its prison of flesh and bone
Desperately seeking an escape
That can only be found in the stillness of silence
Not the rigid enforced silence of brute force
The simple gentle quiet discovered in surrender
In that space of grace created just for you
You find the touch you so long ignored
Was always your own

Jack Baldwin
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