She sits a shadow in the darkness
With light around her like a halo
So we can just see the outline
Of her head bent to the pictures
She's drawing lonely as a scribe
Writing down the words of the gods
Reflecting them back to us
Until knowing becomes doing
She has the courage to be humble
Taking dictation as if she
Weren't the source of all wisdom
The dark one in the mirror
Who is drawing us all
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