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| "Narcissus" by Caravaggio 1597 |
admiration nor love, blinded to the
pain he causes. Blinded to the
suffering or thoughts or needs of lesser
beings with whom he shares this world,
his own revolves around the axis of
personal desire and need. Narcissus,
son of river god and nymph,
something missing from
this deified DNA, destined
to live long, but only if he doesn't
catch a glimpse of his own
face. Sweet Echo loves him,
but ignored, she fades until only
voice remains.Wispy prayers float
upon the breeze to Nemesis,
goddess with a listening ear who channels
fury into vengeance. It's easy. Almost
too easy. She shows the lad his face
in yonder pond, and he is smitten,
rooted to the ground as he gazes
at his beautiful face, long hair dangling
to the water, huge eyes,
those lashes
are to die for.
He sits there still,
unmoved in death,
as he was
unmoved in life.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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