sweet as honey comb,
foil in the clay of nuts shelter
in the cocoon of beetle chew, grind to
make it blow in the dust
of glow
standby dear heart,
fall to the ground leave something
for tomorrow, never
and find a pot that is to hot
to grow
make what life tenderly holds,
while touching everything that fold,
as it would not stop
the firefly light goes to fly in the
night sky lamb light it show
the crystallize sight will
just follow
oh! come little light in the wings
everybody’s flight now is the right time
as it goes in and out tight,
share your light in every wilderness
fight
lay down your wings of fire apart …..
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