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That wants observation beyond itself:
The observer's dishonest eye,
That mismodels what it sees,
Which is by this observation altered.
What is engaged in the unity
Of observer and observed?
In a wood am I and of it
Too, by this aging heart.

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2481

2316b

2316b
Emergent in the expect of it,
There you are.
Is love's conjuration real,
A well-lit encounter
That a larger mirror makes
Of my old reflection?
Or just energy, neat,
That phantom everywhere?

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2476
The collapse of this wave
Is where we are now,
Next, who knows?
We'll be there too:
Things are so hurried at the random scale
That two worlds spring up
At one's observation.