There was a stone in the lake

And the moon in my hand

There was a stone in my hand

And the moon in the lake

I threw the stone and it became the moon

as it solidified in the water's space

Its mirror a world of twisting creatures,

all skin and fin; water bodies

I threw the moon and it became a stone

A pitted rough hewn chunk

as real as touch, its pres...

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