you do not see
the right shape of this mountain
unless you look at it
from far,
it is the distance for now
that makes you see the truth
you do not see so well
when you are inside a cell
a room gives you a door for you to go out
and a path so you may take some steps
here, where we stand
here, where we meet
we can see that it is heart shaped
that it has no thorns that it is not bleeding
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