Rasam and Beans Curry

I think I know what eternity is:
I have seen its transparent fleece

pour diamonds of duration
into a basket already full


with fresh-picked beans
and the many spaces between them


through which the light falls
without changing the emptiness


that receives it or altering the weight
the woman lowers from her head,
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