The Creak
The creak exists inside the wood, in the stone, and in the body;
you can’t escape it. You say, “I existed, I existed.” In this past
tense of the verb, a whole sad story with many memories exists.
A carriage travels to the west, becoming smaller as it goes. The
horses aren’t visible, it is as if the carriage moves by itself. If
you had, he says, a mirror opposite you at the far end, then
the horses would look as if coming towards you and with
the five wooden boxes on the carriage.
However, from such a distance, what can the mirror reflect?
Besides, that creak hides inside the crystal too.
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