Tuesday, 30 November 2010


I am Narcissus, hear me roar
Pity my face, strapped to a cold flaccid floor.
Clean and sweeping like the plain white petals,
The contours of my skin
My arms and legs, one elbow one shin.
This beauty could surpass my sin through
Echos of adornment, that merely once was.

Moving silence through unsanitary waves
That woman caves, and that woman too
Hails more, she prays to divinity for me.
I am blessed like an arrow on the cry of
War, smooth and uncertain, unattainable
To my mortals. They sing me to sleep.
It's their poison that enchanted my eyes
To close, my heart to shrink, my roots to grow.

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