Narcisse

It really does all boil down to this

Resuscitated courtly love

I’m the luminescent center of creation

Fixate all your longing upon me,

The unattainable ideal

Aloof and ethereal

Above and beyond you

And committed to another

Don’t flirt with your co-workers

Don’t cultivate a social life that would dare to cast me to the periphery

Of your waking consciousness

Don’t masturbate on glossy pages

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