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The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'
- Shel Silverstein

AFTER AN ANCIENT POEM
We the living, we’re passing travelers:
it’s in death alone that we return home.
All heaven and earth a single wayhouse,
the changeless grief of millennia dust,
moon-rabbit’s immortality balm is empty,
and the timeless fu-sang tree is kindling.
Bleached bones lie silent, say nothing,
and how can evergreen pines see spring?
Before and after pure lament, this life’s
phantom treasure shines beyond knowing.

The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'
- Shel Silverstein"
I love it!
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