Who can say that the sun has got it right
just because it finds its way through closed windows?
The sound of water means something is being cleaned;
The sound of water here means something is being cleaned away.
Candidness is a trap.
We amass vestiges, then give them frames.
What came before double edges?
Everything is moving water, concave and wordless—
Longing is a deceptive lens through which we see only ourselves.
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