Done waiting

When distilled, what remains

Is what stares back

Truth that at one long stretch was diluted and reconstituted

With joy at finding

Entanglement before knowing

Face and name

This time


Fuzzy as a webbed and dusty

Interpreted painting

In forgotten and rediscovered halls.

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