In pale imitation of, And in patient thrall to, The blistering sun, Lies a face, etched Numerically and differentially, Orderly and circumferentially, The entire point of which (See what I did there) Rears up splendid and slender Before bending tenderly To gaze upon its own shadow, A dark Narcissus Caressing the pallid face That each day is kissed By the sun
Gnomon: the projecting piece on a sundial that shows the time by the position of its shadow
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