You neither owe me nor do I owe you anything. A river we went. A frank mirror. We both drank from the clear waters; we both look out at the tame glass.
The same kiss burned us on the lips, with the same coal set on fire. The same illusions left us when singing no longer wanted the soul.
We were river and mirror, we were kisses, and we sang with leaves and with wings songs of joy in the mirrors.
Today we have clear beads on hand that our fingers wove in silence. You neither owe me nor do I owe you anything.