Oct 24, 2014 Original Poetry

E Pluribus Unum or A Brush with The Ego

©October 24, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

Muted voices, many minds

Jostling, moving in an abyss,

Vie for recognition

Vie for space

Vie for sound.

 

One of many,

I jostle, and am jostled.

 

Yesterday,

In blind darkness

Unseeing, flailing,

Bodiless, falling,

I felt the void

Cradling me.

If this is death,

So be it, I thought.

 

If this is life,

I won’t have it, I muttered.

 

One of many

You melt and re-shape

The me I knew.

 

Why? I ask.

 

You answer:

Out of many, one.

 

No!

Smelt me, slag me

Cut me, drag me

Back into the me

I used to be.

 

Take the unused bits,

Make them fit someone

Else, then!

 

I never want

To see her or him.

 

He or she is the Many.

You might be the Many, too.

I am always the One.

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Tags: #Death, #Life, e pluribus unum, ego, many, one, solipsism