My Ego Dies At The End

At the end I’ll be dust. 

Dust 

and flakes 

of skin and bone

wrapped in long hair,

teeth chattering

with no voice.

No sense of taste

or smell.

No reason.

At the end

I'll be impenetrable,

anonymous,

figments

of myself

with no self left,

no Id, 

no Ego,

Alter ego, 

Super ego,

all will die

at my end.

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