Tonight I stand shaving before
the giant reflection of myself.
The parallel lines of the blade
cutting across the blank whiteness,
revealing another me.
A glittering snowfall appears in the glass,
penetrated by the plow.
Deep in roads and clear pure tracks
that uncover the surface below.
And the foamy white crests of oceanic pollution,
that cover this sea are raked and cleared
by the toothed head of the dredging rake.
The blade removes, reveals
and leaves no trace.
Just as the sculpture is released by simple tools
from a mass of cragged stone.
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