Poem -

the rant of narcissus

the rant of narcissus.
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he had a self which
always spoke of itself
in the 13th person;

hows that for a numbing
brain twister?

(but
how the eff does he live 
with
its lies, and eyes, that
reflect shadows of themselves?)

down here we've all
got our own shit to deal
with,

and so (aside from 
"share time")

its every voice and/or
personality for itself.

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damn im drowning
in  life...

someone throw me 
a death-line and help
me sink further.

(i need the sleep.)

ive blinked away these
last few centuries in 
a matter of seconds.

(so that
one free minute would
be a rival to my hearts
eternity.)

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shit.

hes...

falling in love with himselves
again.

diggin that ol grave
we dig and never crawl
out of.

must be nice to be so
certain that...

any of this is real..
with the precision of
revisions a dead (for
now) poet once noted.

as for me,
livin or dead...

im drowning.

(and angels have
snapped
my death-line.)