First the light, then…
The points of life.
And many days in
A long chain crawling,
Jumping and laughing
To no end.
Nothing known but
The present moment.
Then an invisible hand
Turns the light off.
All is forgotten.
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First the light, then…
The points of life.
And many days in
A long chain crawling,
Jumping and laughing
To no end.
Nothing known but
The present moment.
Then an invisible hand
Turns the light off.
All is forgotten.