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Bar this song
Bar this light
The way the red leaf exudes fragrance,
The way the white flower decomposes,  
Makes the universe teeny tiny
Is that just because my redundant tooth walks
Up the sky with a curvaceous smile?
Imaginary snowflakes under your spell,
A field of longings, a plantation of stars
His farewell kept me quiet 
Son of a night, a poem
His quietude kept
My nights sleepless.

I don’t want to be enlightened
Without this light. Without this song.
Pain, to me, is . . .
Sermons out of the moonlit nights.