Narcissus of writer

Nothing pleases the imaginary you
Within fears of a world’s drying up.
Stanzas breaking, words disappear.

But since you are largely imaginary,
Your words hardly matter to world.
Be that person to please by words.

Which seems practical thing to do
To avoid pneumonia at the window
And be all of piece as maker made.

By a riverside mirror you look great
Till a whole river breaks to its pieces
And pieces no longer make a whole.

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