And lift the book that’s resting there
And yet we do it every day
The world reflected in the world
We take for real and trust
Barely aware of the unreality
Hiding in every material thing
Yesterday’s residue washes up
To smother tomorrow’s shores
And the book I took from the mirror
Bleeds a torrent of already-words
That shatters the glass of the past
Only on a few pages does it say
Where the immeasurable lasts
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