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You see half the Moon, its crescent
And one of the planets, maybe Saturn
Maybe Jupiter, in the early night sky over Berlin
Through the windows of a taxicab, near Potsdamer Platz
You think: Beauty
No, this is not beauty, maybe not
Maybe, this is the rest of it
Maybe not, maybe, the rest of beauty
Maybe not, maybe, what remains of beauty
Maybe not, maybe, what is visible
Certainly, uncertain
Your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary
To form an adequate gesture for beauty
(You know that, don't you?)
So beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body
