One eye crystal, one eye flame, it arrives
by stealth. Carrying tatters in its jaw,
nimbus in its hair. Who can tell on water
if shadow's nibbling into light or light
at shadow’s edge? Thus, it is mouth and tail,
hoof and horn, ice or thaw, none knows what rears
its head. It scavenges on breath. Baits ear
and voice, voice and ear, by these it mates.
Eradicates, illuminates. Done, hunches
down to ponder how weak, how bright, its chain.
Mimi Khalvati (born 1944) Iran
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The answer is: Poetry