Glass-eyed Narcissus hidingtoo tall for me to see himin his past place abiding The summer days go slidinga boat upon the pond skimsglass-eyed Narcissus hiding its deceptive depths, chidingobsession’s inviting grinin its sin-seat abiding What seeking brings is findingwith a cup full to the brimstill spy Narcissus hiding Hours confidently stridingdistances the kith & kinofContinue reading “Coffin House”