The lid of the sky
and the lid of the ground
A half-open eye
The copper stream of tears
reverses itself
The day is a statue unearthed
in a field after millennia
It is missing its body
Its hand is missing fingers
In the cataract
milky self-rorschach of shadows
This thing sees you
and now seen you exist
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| The view from my patio |
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