have gone to sleep in the trees
or maybe it’s the breeze tonight
frisky as a new foal
leaping around the place
that’s keeping them away
from this bright moonlight
waltzing toward us over the bay
so sometimes there’s a sudden
gust of light and sea-spray
a piece torn from the surface
of appearances the sky of waves
and for a moment we can see
the luminous beings behind it all
holding everything together
creatures of a serious ecstasy
recalled from before the fall
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