I close my eyes and see
a sky light I’ve never seen
I feel a sunlight I never touched
I jump into water that isn’t liquid
I can see the sun through an unwoven basket
I sense events that haven’t happened
and glimpse things in turmoil or unborn
I’m measured by an old ruler that’s too short
and the too long hands of a stopped clock
free me of yourself
or choose the spring roll
I see marks on the rice paper
(I am) you are stain two
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