Arctic Acuity

Mind marooned in complex convolution, obscurity singular in each living entity. The psyche silhouettes unique elements, to alien attributes they won’t adhere. The reserved recess hides the riddles, sub-conscious search completely clueless. Probing entreaty, the preserve persuasive of outside world, can’t contrive the forsaken mind. A pining prisoner of own making, a crumpled cocoon in introvert isolation, I see subsided all the faces fading faceless in oblivion, me wedged secluded in egoistic web of self-adoration. My morphed mind turns Nemesis, makes a mirror of mirage for me. Gazing gripped, lurching to the oasis, it’s only me I always see, reflected radiant from cobalt cauldron of the luring lake, confined content. In self-veneration, a pretentious perspicacity of fake facsimile, I notice Narcissus in me lonely lurk. A secret switching over to obsession, specter senseless lies latent, languishes listless beneath brazen layers of arctic acuity in the dark, frozen…