For Zen, a small scale
weighing dustmotes in a sunbeam,
their meaning much too dense
Grainlike pearls, touched
by a gold-eyed girl,
yield purer luster
to sift song from numbers
and now or then
in Vermeer’s light assemble,
too fine to speak of
For Zen, a small scale
weighing dustmotes in a sunbeam,
their meaning much too dense
Grainlike pearls, touched
by a gold-eyed girl,
yield purer luster
to sift song from numbers
and now or then
in Vermeer’s light assemble,
too fine to speak of
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