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VICARIOUS EGO November 17, 2012

Posted by brownsweaters in poetry.
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It stood there on the page

Vicarious Ego

With all the pomp of a Latin phrase

Shouted gladly at gladiator games.

 

Or a Peruvian child,

Weak and shivering,

With parents walking the streets

Shouting, “Vico, Vico, where are you?”

 

But neither matched the inglorious truth,

The process bringing the two together,

The understanding – with ego’s involvement,

All thoughts and actions are vicarious.

 

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