Mindedness
polishing the patience mirror
comprehension burned
to soft casting object
night bright telescope tube
carefully worked around
Marveled surface
(Inspiration - source:
“Only some faithless dust remains,
and a few intestate relics.
Where was I? ” – 3 lines from, “A Draft of Shadows” by Octavio Paz)
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