I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unused by love or dislike. I am not cruel- only truthful-
The eye of a little god, four- cornered. Most of the time meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with sparkles. I have looked it so long. I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me. Searching the reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liers, the candles or the moon. I see her back and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and me an old woman.
Rises towards her day after day, like a terrible fish.
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