Narcissus
Echo, you dizzy tramp,
I’m searching for my soul.
Echo, I won’t white picket fence my heart
Inside your Jackie bag with brown rusty nails;
I’m searching for my soul.
The mirror princedom of train windows kidnaps me;
I’m a white hermetic monstrosity
The earth bleeds every spring;
I steal the souls of peacocks with my camera --
O the awful love-pain of water reflections,
O the terrible grace I’m courting --
Confucius, go away.
God's Heathcliff gaze finally meets
The white apophyllite eye of my tetragonal suns;
A thousand full moons exfoliate me like a leaf.
Grow my paperwhites in water rather than soil;
Put me next to a bright window before I’m gone.
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