“I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgotton all custom of exercise; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is man!”
ONCE UPON AN EGO
By H.J. Cruz
Where do you think your growing?
Feed me, precious gifts life’s sewing.
As A child grows, so too does our ego,
And what of the spirit?
Now hard to get near it!
Seeds of external adaptation,
Vicissitudes of life’s usurpations,
Be it more; be it less,
Another turn on the nautilus.
Thrust upon a city life,
Bitter love, abundant strife,
Benevolent facaccia’s radiant essence,
Welded cages - barbed-wire fence.
Searched I for thee with hearts afire,
To knowest truth en soul desire,
Trespassers beckoned eternal woe,
Lamentiss forgiveness disperse thy foe.
Crypts ensconced yond sands a time,
Poltergisted evidence sparing no crime,
Quelling histories o gnashing teeth,
Spirit ascending cocked to impeach.
Egoist tendered, high alter now shed,
Patterns transmuted, the dragon now fed,
Yet occasions merit in times of abhor,
Suffer thine wrath when ego’s roar!