One’s Lone Narcissism (Original Poem)
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Rocking so lightly over waters; gaze ablaze
You face the pleasing promise;
A moving pictures idol smoothly-groomed of gracious stance
A gander being a swan
Chases unreason’s fancies, bringing hand-on-hearty sighs
Conjuring invitations, unilluminating bright
Purlieus of looking glasses carrying brittle hopes
Raise passions like fair sweethearts
Holding out for betaking of a single chance
Happening in the idle mental minute
Wreathed in a spooning halo, an angelic tapestry
Brimming with syncretistic blooms of meadow spray
Deliriums all resolve into an overreaching mense
Fan flames; fierce furnaces fire-up
Who is it like unto our silly selves,
Which are procured by kitchen stoups of verbal porridge?
That antinomian wrinkle winds into our inner thoughts
Seeks hanging fruits one handles disobediently
All recondite experience pierces crème de la crème high-flyers
Explodes well-overventilated majesties of name
Instinctive noes to flatteries exposé our grandee manners
We slattern whores of cogito ego sum
Time’s butterflies of hearsay, vaunting skywards breasting out
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