Narcissus, every next man

Body being the sole focus, Every next person’s Narcissus, Every town a Pompeii, Me, mine everyone’s joy, And self, not the soul, joy’s locus. _____________________ Happenings |49.02.2019| self Poet’s note: Scan the malls and mark what most of the people buy. Increasing focus of today’s world seems to be one’s self, grooming, body care, and looking outwardly good, a selfish focus, in almost total neglect of the Self within, one’s true identity.