Narcissus
The
soft
glow of
ten-thousand
points of colored light
reflect your image back to you —
your life in pictures, ready to be re-shared, again.
You
smile
as you
repost that
photo of your lunch,
the Taylor Swift Eras concert,
the trip to Santorini with its brilliant blue sky —
all your temptations and triumphs —
reliving glories
to boast of
things that
you've
done.
You wonder why there aren't more likes and shares in response
and blame algorithms instead
of your egoism —
always lost
in your
own
eyes.
