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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. |
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Whatever I see I swallow immediately |
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Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. |
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I am not cruel, only truthful -- |
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The eye of a little god, four-cornered. |
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Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. |
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It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long |
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I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. |
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Faces and darkness separate us over and over. |
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Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, |
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Searching my reaches for what she really is. |
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Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. |
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I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. |
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She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. |
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I am important to her. She comes and goes. |
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Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. |
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In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman |
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Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. |
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