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Thousands of suns go up and down,

Blue sky above,

She shows me how to look,

She shows me how to love,

She shows me how to be.

When she comes to the end,

She does not look back, no

She jumps into the blackness,

Exits space,

And exits time.

I look for her and say,

How can you be dead?

I lift the lids off pots,

I look under the bed,

I mend the holes in my own socks.

She’s nowhere now, I say,

If minds shape other minds, though,

She’s here,

She’s there,

She’s me.