April 3, 2006

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  At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl.
  She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.
  I went and looked her in the eye and she turned me into sand.
  This clumsy form that I despise it scattered easy in her hand.
  And came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there.
  We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out,
  so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue,
  into the horror of the truth.
  

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