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You do not complete me
any more than the tree completes the soil,
each slowly devouring the other;
any more than the sun completes the moon,
which is still the moon whether or not it is lit;
any more than the spoon completes the bowl,
filling and emptying it again;
any more than the traveler completes the road,
which goes onward, explored or unexplored, to its end.