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God enters through the eye
Like a fish that sees the wobbling silver roof
That caps his world, dim, lit by flashes,
I look at Mono Lake, its sky and clouds
Silent in a mountain bowl, centered
In the rocky gateway of Tioga Pass.
God enters through the eye, a small, bright hook,
A thin floating line. We blink. He yanks.
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