when you look at yourself,
in the glass of a pond
I hope you know: vanity
is the only response to you
that sanity could have.
and you deserve it all, the fond
devotion, the attention you lavish -
ravish yourself, I will take
what's left, darling - you
come first: so deserving
of your self, and all its
beauty! you are so
poetic, the greeks
could use you
to teach
exemplary form,
in fine clear musical
voice, a rhythm that brings
grown men to tears, ah! if only
any
had the ear
to hear, or the eye
to hold
your gaze,
or if any had your hand,
to steer them through
this maze, you
would be waiting
at the center of it all
to devour my days
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