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This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?