I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful — The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes.
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Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
GLOSSARY
GLOSSARY
[1] preconceptions: ideas or opinions that someone has before learning about or experiencing something directly
[6] meditate: contemplate; focus on
[14] agitation: state of anxiety or nervous excitement