Narcissus Sees

                     Picture: The Son of Man by Rene Magritte

Narcissus sees

a nebulous reflection

of his perfection

and he flees.

The murky seas

that obscure conviction,

are they perception

or grease?

Cathartic sprees,

to end recollection

are but self-affliction

and disease.

Storms- they cease,

become fiction

and springs affection

as tears freeze.

So until one frees

one's own reflection,

one is the imperfection

Narcissus sees.