The Narcissist – March 23, 2016

involution
written from somewhere inside
a fantasy
or mystery
but who holds the pen

and those words echoing
across a sea of static
unheard
and yet so well-known
who speaks them

there
in a murky wilderness
without rhyme or reason
unbeknownst to anyone
he walked by
snapping a photograph

he caught … the narcissist
reflecting upon his soul
preening in dark waters …
mysterious are the words written
this  bright spring morning.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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