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Mad Murmurings(The parody of SELF and EGO)


From whence did ego becometh the martyr?

Tis he who thou sayeth?

 

Have ye bothered even to look

past distracting fragrances within nectar filled catacombs

and silicon fused matrices?

 

Or did ye instead ADOPT thy common man's slithering tongue?

That same venomous tongue whose fire flickers ever so brightly when thou heareth sharp words of treacherous accusations?

 

"Mind!" "Self!" "Identity!" "Narcissus!"

"Slay!" "Kill!" "Tyrant!" "Ego-tist!"

 

And why does it always happen to be that RIGHT THERE-

glued quite visibly stealthily and securedly,

to the centralized vital core of every allegedly powerful COLLECTIVE belief(state, religion or otherwise)-

is a ritual sacrifice of one's own self(usually disguised as the effigy of another)

and far worser yet...

 

THE DEATH OF IMAGINATION.(Wishful thinking in the words of Freud.)

 

I suppose perhaps they fancy the end of that which is incorporeal-

in favour of the living corpse. The CORPOS-REAL. A zombie alive and well.

The kind of zombie that fills busy streets and SPENDS all of it's time...

 

CONSUMING. EATING. POSSESSING.

LABELING. FORFEITING and GOSSIPING.

FORGETTING...

 

They say "Slay the mind!' They also say "Kill the self!"

Even... "Stop thinking!" "Just be!" "There is no future or past!" "Only NOW!"

 

"DEATH.. TO... THE EGO!"

 

But did they even look to see if ego was a kindred brother of theirs?

A secretary. A... SECRET-airey, charged with the sole task of organizing the many diamond facets that happen to be... IDENTITY?

 

How so quickly did foe become... friend?

 

And how would one even begin to navigate each layer to layer of shadow skin without?

For it is the shadow that does the killing, my friends.

 

The ego merely provides a MASK.(personae of the greeks)

Noone ever says that being a person is wrong, do they?

"Be the person you always wanted to be..." Shout-eth dystopic city billboards.

"But oh yes... KILL the SELF. KILL EGO. It's not even real!"

"YOU.... AREN'T... EVEN REAL.... AT ALL."

 

 

Then they would flit about in naive wonderment as to the WHYs' of suicide-

all the while condemning anyone who would dare choose

to leave THIS all behind! But it was THEY who DECLARED IT!

Oh, IRONY is such TRAGIC justice.

 

"Just KILL your self." "Just KILL your mind." "Just SLAY your identity."

"What was that?" "You wish you were dead?" "HOW DARE YOU!"

 

Ahhh the jumbled yarn that is depraved humanity.

Hanging... ON A STRING.

 

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Yeti Noone

poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.

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