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.
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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.
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