The Transcendence of Narcissus

my once and future autobiography

He seemed running away from something (hard)
Appeared in a hurry to get away
From those bodies buried in that backyard
Absent himself exhume himself daresay
And yet he never went anywhere at all
Then in November (like they all did) fell that fall

Risen as a daffodil in January
Though they call them all Narcissus here anyway
He came at last to embrace the temporary
Within his bulb and white roots in familiar clay
As he shone like the sun in his lightbearing hours
And so Narcissus escaped from the hothouse flowers

He transcended them it would be better to say
By starting where he ended but with higher powers
Of understanding as undemanding he lay
To slumber in the earth to bloom another day

+Steven Curtis Lance



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