Dali Metamorphosis of Narcissus

Collaboration with David Kavanagh Regret fuses form which echoes perception Handcuff to water as sought submerged reflection Anti duplicitous from own point of view Rejection offends but that says more about you Transformation on edge, background statuesque Self absorbed in pool, bilocation grotesque Feet disappear, as sacrificial bait The real catch lies behind, not quite checkmate The heterosexuals lurk muttering their vows Unable to fathom their failure to arouse Wider contemplation rests with the herd Obsession with self still a curse I preferred Too good for water, I’ll regenerate inside an egg The hand of god hatches me, as admirers beg I love myself so much, will imbibe my own death A new shoot starts to form, osmosing fresh breath Sand down the edges, map out the plan I'm more than my beauty, more than this man You don't see inside me, an insular plane The answer evades me til I live again And grow I shall, right down through the ages Not always simultaneous, in periodic stages Metamorphosis takes time, to let go of perfection I’m immortal, stunning, a self selection