104 Each day I watch a ribbon of your silent film, Unreeling loud the sequence of your clew, Again, anew seeing myself within the screen -- Illuminated and preserved by you. I do not hear but know by heart my every word ľ My words are written on the flowing things And coiled in hiding ribbon tight to be preserved By you and burn again within the screen. I know ahead your given pattern of events, But every day I see your film anew -- I start with your first moment and I cannot end When day takes light away from screen and clew.


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