THEFT OF A LINE FROM STEVENS looking up at the cloud covered sky like looking down at a cup of water though it reflects neither my face nor any glint of the shine that surrounds me it throws back at me an image of my being opaque and smothering an inner part some fire that stands in fixed relation to other fires like an ancient star moreover the look I am giving from my inner being like thirst wants only to receive wants not to find a mirror but to know above all something is looking back
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