its lens diffracts sky light into the deep
or marbles its shallows to our curious view
it pearls itself under bladed leaves
animals follow its scent in the busy air
it cannot be held in our hands
but how simply it holds us
it makes beautiful the forms that move in it
the surface heals as we tear through it
it is inside and outside just enough
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