Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

In silent zeal an ego chases images of self
round about the center of its Id
a rodent knocking knick knacks from an overcrowded shelf
where relics of deceit are often hid

reflections in a mirror are but visions to the blind
peering into realms of inner space
hoping that some miracle of faith will help them find
long forgotten memories of face

the clown observes its own demise while capering in fear
across the center ring of circus fate
clearly underestimating shadows that appear
as nothing more than jugglers running late

a paragon of goodness tumbles into webs of sin
while preaching to a choir full of mimes
stubbornly believing virtue comes from deep within
and blatantly ignoring holy rhymes

in silent zeal an ego catches glimpses of the truth
as its Id lies hiding in suspense
a rodent praying for a hole, no matter how uncouth
where it can lie preparing its defense

the mirror’s visions fade to black, the clown accepts a death
that paragons of goodness fail to see
as all the casts of passion plays await with baited breath
the dying of their savior on the tree

C. Lon R. Bruso