Pearly wet grass knows how to die and revive when giant
trees sway with the freshening wind and dark clouds rain
their fears of beginning again.

Not the myth that succeeds,
but whoever sees through it.

At the top of the mountain path what was not clear faded;
and when the mirrors were re-hung in a different place,
a
vision reappeared that would not end by beginning again.

 

 

 

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