How cool it lies. It only speaks
of having little feeling—or too much.
Drop by scarlet drop its rhetoric spreads
to the farthest shore; waters brim
against the roots and stalks. Who watches?
Who watches this ancient mirror loves
the wind’s effacement and the querulous silence,
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