Before The Ego’s Fried

Before The Ego’s Fried


Before the ego’s fried in time,

In the death that I assume

Is silence in a silent world;

While ego mine

Still offers satisfaction

Of the sort that’s still attachment,

I would like to meet again

The world of once-relationships:

Lovers, friends,

Former all-the-ones who dropped away

Into the hole, where touching ends

And calling ends,

And Xmas cards and conversation

Are no more;


The ego dies away

And I am spirited away

From an identity called me;

Before it’s fried and ties decay,

If one could bind up lost loose ends:

Fading lingerings of predilection.


Before The Ego’s Fried 7.17.2006

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin







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