narcissus

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