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