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Perfect As an Apple, Or the World
Perfect as an apple, or the world,
you rise from the water,
lifted by my own hands,
lifted by what joy there is to wonder,
your fingers curling, pulling at the light
I am crying. Where to put your gesture,
Ten thousand tiny nests for your mudras.
There are no suitable poppies,
no one has seen your hands.