Poem: Narcissus

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I Am
The tree
That falls
In a wood.

No one
Sees
My falling
Nor the leaves
I fall
Upon.

My face,
Rough bark,
Snaked
With rotted lines,
Wriggles
In the water
Before me.

And I see
My Self,
Agèd
Crookèd limbs
In fall,

Quavering
In my waters'
Eye.

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