Ego and the poor human

 I seek not much, in humble strides I go,

With frantic beats, in undertones, I flow.

I statically demand to stretch my frame,

Impose myself on truth, and stake my claim.

Ask me not what I desire to see,

I seek the absolute: to always be

Above all things, in every time and space,

The Alpha and Omega's sovereign grace.

To profit from the life of all that breathes,

For me, the suns of every system wreathe.

I raise the dawn up from its sleep,

I speak to night, before the morning's deep.

Let me command the thoughts within your mind,

And in all others, too, let me be signed.

Let me divert your place with cymbal's chime,

In waves of sound, disrupting space and time.

Let me be sovereign in feeling and in way,

Accepting only those who grateful pray.

Let me be the I, the one and only core,

And like me, let there be no other, more.

I’ll feed upon the essence of your soul,

Stand where you stood, and take unending toll—

An abyss vast, where endless depths unroll.