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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions1. 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. 5 Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles2. I have looked at 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, 10 Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation3 of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. 15 Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
I am silver and precise. I have no biases. I take in everything I see right away Exactly as it is, without any affection or dislike. I am not harsh, just honest – Like the eye of a small god, square-shaped. Most of the time I focus on the wall opposite me. It is pink, with spots. I have looked at it so long I feel it is part of my heart. But it changes. Faces and darkness come between us again and again.
Now I am a lake. A woman leans over me, Looking deep into me to find her true self. Then she turns to those deceivers, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it exactly. She gives me tears and restless movements of her hands. I matter to her. She comes and goes. Each morning her face replaces the darkness. In me, she has lost a young girl, and in me an old woman Emerges toward her day after day, like a frightening fish.