Water
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In the circular prism
Of a single drop
Or the accumulated stillness
Of gravity’s basin
It bears our reflection
Wherever it goes
It was the first mirror
And will be
Our last
In the circular prism
Of a single drop
Or the accumulated stillness
Of gravity’s basin
It bears our reflection
Wherever it goes
It was the first mirror
And will be
Our last
