But the sun is what it must
If it will shine like a star
With its own inner light
Not some reflected glow
As if it were only a mirror
Whose blank surfaces embrace
What could have been before
Crossing the waves between
Let’s say a boat and a harbor
The difference between the shore
And not making it
With the moon still rising in the harbor
Somehow a comfort to us
And a premonition
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