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Multiply your guises by your moods
to see the sum of yourself,
as multifaceted as the view
from the business end of a kaleidoscope.
Rejoice! Rejoice in the richness of creation.
Like snowflakes we are all different,
despite being formed from the same source.
And here we see the mystery.
Do not believe anyone
who says she has the key
to the mystery.
Even me.
The left hand slows.
It continues to move (oh, good little hand)
but slowly, no longer flowing.
The idea has come and gone.
Once it expressed itself
there's nothing left but these brief marks
of pen and ink;
the thought has spoken but is too succinct.
Open up, my heart.
Banish the locks that check expression.
The heart's so empty
now that its one thought has hit the page.
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