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A sawblade year:
The high points silver-bright, diamond-hard;

And in between
Ravines notched deep in time
Where I lost sight of life
And all sense of myself.

Now all its instances
Combine to cut another length
Precisely measured
From the narrow beam I balance on

And bring the rough and splintered end
More sharply into view.

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