In the marble middle
Of each moment opened
To the air of the world,
There’s the actual text
Of the stone’s own wishes,
Which will not come along
As obedient words,
Cannot be carved away,
Can never be dissolved.
This is the fairytale
Every reader looks for,
Every rapt audience
Prays for, the wonder tale
Of being, just being.
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