Lucia Honey:
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike I am not cruel, only truthful – The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
Lucia Honey:
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness seperate us over and over.
Lucia Honey:
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me. Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Lucia Honey:
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
Lucia Honey:
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
Lucia Honey:
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
Lucia Honey:
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Lucia Honey:
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
Lucia Honey:
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Lucia Honey:
Mirror
Lucia Honey:
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