The light is still carving our eyes
So we can begin to see its suffering
And its morning glory
Are interweaving themes
Spread across a wide panorama
So the eye can see the I
As if mirrored in each one
So diligent a sculptor light
So small a cup to hold it
The original idea of a nest
Or the hand of a leaf
Clinging to stones there
Where the sun sleeps
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