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Eyes Tight Shut



Eyes tight shut
As one remembering
What is best forgotten

Open—they welcome
New light but the old light
Teases the new light

And rainbows of recognition
Dance inside the spilled shadows
Of dancing demons who are

Only waiting to be introduced
To their new angels who wait
Patiently for their introduction

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