Narcissuses
Many don’t see themselves except in mirror
Many can only feel themselves against others
As if ghost invisible without a frocking breath
As if life is nothing until the boundary of death
for a worm engorging is all the way it exists
Some exotic arts are appreciated only by artists
They just enjoy themselves in their own ecstasy
Caring not what the world think or do for a whit
Sages like Socrates, too omnipotent to be glad
I’d say I know myself, better naked than clad