Take everything away
so that I can see:
Always looking at the same thing.
Nothing new under the sun.
The plan of life
unfolds in order
Where no traces of an eye
is under the skin, and
no access to light
Where birds need not masticate
and moles wander about in deep pits
Irreversible history and time
send their roots
deep into strange substances.
the sun always manages
to filter through a hole
somewhere
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