my narcissistic self

being with one's thoughts
dancing in the ballroom
or a nonchalant meeting in the upstairs
can be the most dangerous phenomenon

sometimes they step on your toes
when you tango
that meeting? oh it turned deadly
as knives flew and hit the walls around,

it can be as dry as a desert
deeper as the waters themselves
worse than eruptions from the earth
colder than the pits of the crevasse.

why does one keep listening
to the dreadful hushed hymns
of the announcement room,
the main control center?

the main course is getting cold
while one digs into stiff week-old bread
at the eating hall.

it's strange how thoughts
overpower even the powerful.

now, as always it's only me
myself and I
alone with the breadcrumbs
of my narcissistic self.