Un verre d’eau éclaire le monde
Jean Cocteau
A clean gleam —
the world is washed
upside-down in a tumbler.
A branching tree
climbs and delves
a perfect round.
A sheer aubade —
a host of parallels —
hallows the sky
and still I rise
up among the steeples,
gleaning meanings
and mirrored vigils.
All the streets and buildings
are jumbled sigils
swimming in a tremble
on the table-top.
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