NARCISSUS

Look behind the sky,
Inside-out your eyes;
They say you split
When shadows rise

And free themselves from womanhood
And better play your life than fantasies;
For in duality there is comparison

--One twin the Anthony and one the Toni,
One the life and one the descant.

Beware, my son, the brazen glass,
The Siren-singing Gorgon pools,
The frozen cold that burns the life inanimate;

Lies in wait patient;
Distills life--the form of life--
Prays on waves of sight,
Starves for sacrifice . . .

Beware the god made visible as you.