Becoming
by Mathew Paust
Ego bereft of consistency
Betrays a heart hungering to toll.
Unable to trust its will
Or harbor imaginary gods,
It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability
Can give convincing cover
To buy time to fabricate
An identity that feels unique,
Yet not so much so
As to strand it in the universe
Bereft of soulful company.
Not too many poems can be said to be true these days.
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You mean yours...NO!
Huh. Made me think a bit. Nice.
Tks, Art.
Nice work.
Tks, Gary.
Thank God for soulful company. I hate being stranded alone in the universe. *
;-)
Shall we make this our anthem, Matthew? It's pretty amazing.
Lost in the universe is the scariest thing of all.
Thanks for the visit, Stephen and Gloria. I appreciate the kind words. I've long been haunted by that last image in "2001: A Space Odyssey" of the infant adrift in the cosmos. To me it represented our species, solitary in time and space.