A Sometimes Niggling Notion

by Mathew Paust

The ego in its inconsistency

      betrays a heart

      hungering to toll.

Unable, it comes to know,

      to trust solely in its will

      or in imaginary gods,

It gains a hold assuming a role whose demonstrated viability

      can render convincing cover to buy it time to realize

      an identity that feels unique,

Yet is not so much so

      as to strand it in the Cosmos

      bereft of soulful company.