[Poem] Narcissus of Vientiane, 5225

image by Romain Chauvet

“I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.”- Salvador Dali

Here, observe:
Betrayal is common currency,
Pursuing truths going rightfully extinct.

Preserving your memories
As if they are celestial jewels,
Only the false seem authentic
Among modern souls, a liability
Between these circuits and glass
We mistake for meaningful eyes
Caked with detritus
After so many stellar centuries.

To remember invites accusation
By which your children prosper.
Loyalty is a labyrinth with many ends.

We have become gilt eidolons
Marching towards our disintegration.
Our furnaces are our future.

Flee as you will, innocent as you believe,
Judgement is passed, if not for this lifetime
Than your next, in the absence of evidence,
Or incriminating coincidence.
Enormous justice, worth enormous expense.

Returning, just to hear
A sincere sabaidee

She welcomes us in the salon
Of her heart, one day a mother
Dreaming of the devouring.
Her devoted children cannot
Subsist on baubles of mere fact,
Appraising her for a plausible rumor,
A good night’s sleep.