A Sighting
Unicorns don't breed
Like horses, goats or donkeys
A dozen a day
Whenever the world needs one
One appears ex nihilo
The horn absorbs pain
The pain of the world, children
It's a mystery
Only when you look at it
It has no other purpose
Cloven hooves, bearded
A white without a spectrum
Sui generis
Seemingly disconnected
Though, like everything, stardust
In one eye, the past
In the other, the future
Perspicacity
Time will stop in the present
To let a unicorn move
Reflections in pools
Difficult to see itself
The fish make ripples
All things gather round to stare
Good, now look at each other
What does the world need--
Another horse, goat, donkey?
A monoceros?
Uniqueness held in common
An infinity of horns
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