To Glass
Which of you was first
you or the days
at pretending not
to be visible
to be there but not visible
by fire out of sand
which of you first
started to look
like the other
and to look like
the air
and the hour
and the colored light
that you allow us
to see through you
to recognize the day
turning out of reach
while you appear to be
stillness itself
no one at all
holding in place
the promise
of the known world
on the other side
which the birds fly into
the last time
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