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Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
What is always coming but never arrives?