#poetry
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Photons of light
Traverse my pupils and are reflected
In an azure infinity;
They Come To Meet In My Eyes Like two vast oceans


Converging into one.
And in their depths, O mortals!
Swim the strange fish of dream and thought,
Which the poet strives in vain to catch;
For I am a mystery and an enigma,

And my eyes are the windows to my soul.
Entanglement and quantum entanglement
Are the two themes that inspire my art;
I am the artist and the artwork,

And my eyes are the mirrors of my heart.
I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone,
And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself
Is made to inspire in the poet a love
As eternal and silent as matter.
On a throne in the sky, a mysterious sphinx,

I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans;
I hate movement for it displaces lines,
And never do I weep and never do I laugh.

Poets, before my grandiose poses,
Which I seem to assume from the proudest statues,
Will consume their lives in austere study;

For I have, to enchant those submissive lovers,
Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:
My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness!