The Metamorphosis Of Narcissus

The Metamorphosis of Narcissus

 

A hand rises from the frozen lake,

where there is no longer

any joy

And still Narcissus stares

 

It carries him up,

above the mirror

in its rough fingertips

And still Narcissus stares

 

The handsome boy starts

to metamorphosis

into mother nature’s egg

And still his spirit stares

 

And the great hand

from deep beyond,

starts to take a different shape

and still his spirit stares

 

And the egg

hatches

into a head

And still a woman stares

 

And she gets up

she walks away,

and then comes civilization,

and the mirror still reflects.close-up-of-dali-s-metamorphos

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