i am that facial image
    upon the pond with
    mirror-smooth water
    a careful dip of your finger
    sends a thousand ripples
    crippling my facsimile.

    
    
    beg me not to set free
    my natal freudian grip
    it is not easy to be me
    allow me to heal myself
    let me be solely alone
    my name is Narcissus!
   
   

     (There are some lives
    enjoyably preserved and
    spent inside cocoons!)