This moving surface of reflected water,
The vaulted sky slowly revealing something
That's very mysterious. This old picture
Of her in tight blue jeans, the boxes of things
Forgotten or remembered in an order
Prescribed years ago. This wandering nothing
Without name nor figure, the simple measure
Of silence. This revelation of anything
Thunders mercilessly across the pastures
Of the mind, obscures the labyrinthine things,
Obfuscates the blossom. This patient teacher
Created in the image of everything
Confounds me, but I believe there's something
More than the unclear surface of the water.
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