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Pulling down the blind, closing down the mind,
the unseen beyond, the unseen behind,

falling into the fundamental gaps,
the dark between the stars, our mothers’ laps,

in which we sleep before we wake and leap
into the slants of light, before we weep

for children lying wave-washed on the sands
of civilizations’ burned-black dead lands;

before we weep with children flying wee
and far, falling laughing into the sea

of our joy, into the curves of our laps,
into the wombs of the between, the gaps,

the unseen beyond, the unseen behind,
pulling down the blind, closing down the mind.