Did I ask for too much, then?
I wanted just two eyes, nothing more.
No dawn, no dusk, no long night—
not food, nor clothes, nor shelter.
Neither remembrance nor reflection,
but a moment’s attention, to be erased
in the next moment—that’s all.
Still, did I ask for too much?
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