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The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
ans she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
so wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left ia always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.

By Elizabeth Bishop