I have an amber ring that
shimmers through the lake's water 
I dive, stir up the silt, particles
of minerals loosen and float along 
the bottom, just like the oak-blossom bud's 
starry hairs floated and were enclosed in the stone 
then, during the time of sabre-toothed tigers
and small horses 
in the sub-tropical forests with elderberry 
and camphor trees here, where we live in houses 
You see more clearly underwater 
You see more clearly when you are sick 
I dive into the cool water, stir up
silt, particles float slowly, minerals 
like the oak-blossom bud's starry hairs float 
in amber through thirty million years, shimmering 
in the lake's water when I dive, everything 
is stirred up, gets cloudy, shimmers
                
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