Rinsed with mercury / Throughout to this bespattered / Fruit of reflection, rife / Withâ¦ distortion / (Each other, clouds and trees). What made a mirror flout its flat convention? / Surfacing as a solidâ¦ / And what was the sensation / When stars alone like bees / Crawled numbly over it?..."
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