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19 April 2002

16 mm

You refuse          to open your eyes.

They remain squeezed shut,

the same way

they have been for years.

You only know what you see;

you only see what you can imagine.

Images projected          like reality

on the backs of your eyelids.

How can you claim

to know me

when you refuse

to          open          your          eyes

and see me?

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