Soft tendrils of silky narcissism+ . . .
wrap you around, like a cocoon.+
Never reaching chrysalis,+ you're stuck,
wondering why nothing fundamental changes.
The world for you, is a comfort . . .
Eternity urges from within,+ unable to penetrate
thin but powerful veil, covering eyes of unreason
that won't see, even though you know it's true.
You shuttle again to the mirror,
avoiding pupils of beautifully irised+ eyes . . .
--6/9/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Saturday, June 9, 2007
All is vanity . . .

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