peacock suit. I'm narcissus in a puddle. In shop windows I gloat. Like a ball of fleece lining. In my camel skin coat. . I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather. I don't need you to ruffle the
peacock suit. I'm narcissus in a puddle. In shop windows I gloat. Like a ball of fleece lining. In my camel skin coat. . I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather. I don't need you to ruffle the
were young. I knew you when we were young. Now you're gone. . In a little narcissus pool, drowned by a spell. We saw ourselves, raw, excitable. . I knew you when we were young. I knew you when we
suit. Peacock suit I'm Narcissus in a puddle, in shop windows I gloat. Like a ball of fleece lining in my camel skin coat I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather. I don't need you to ruffle the
disguise. But my other self, immobile inert and sanguine. My narcissus kisses exhale crimson breath. And pump ruby to the lip I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde. Not sibling nor twin separated at
suit. Peacock suit I'm Narcissus in a puddle, in shop windows I gloat. Like a ball of fleece lining in my camel skin coat I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather. I don't need you to ruffle the
Clearing webs from the hovel. A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel. I've been digging too deep, I always do. I see my face on the surface. I look a lot like narcissus. A dark abyss of an