Narcissuses Puddle

I felt her tears fall from the other side of the earth
And even through such spaces
The ripples created in my own puddle,
From this seemingly simple act,
Shook me from the trance
my own reflection was holding over me.

Awkwardly stumbling
in this newly awakened state,
not seeing beyond the air in front of me
the recesses of my mind,
the pieces that still saw reality,
worried that this wakened creature
would so thoroughly splash the puddle,
that even now, being able to drink,
it would find the drops so finely spread.
So randomly thrown and lain about,
that thirst could not drive him
to find any amount of water
that could still quench.

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PrioriThought 2009