into my Self.

I sit in front of the window, eyes focused,
I don’t know what’s out there;
don’t care to know.
I could see it if I wished,
but I’m enraptured:
I stare at the glass and the glass reflects me,
my eyes looking into my eyes;
mirrors of myself.
I am Narcissus at his pool,
and all I want is to fall in.

The End

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