The sharper the image you cut the more you disappeared;
so sharp you could cut yourself – are you still really here?
And the sharper the image you cut the more you seemed a fake,
so sharp you could cut yourself, transparently opaque...
And the sharper the image you cut the less you seemed alive;
so sharp, but this open book's transparently jive.
You were so sharp you cut yourself,
so sharp you could cut yourself;
you were so sharp you made yourself transparent
and transparently unclear.
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