for Andrew K. Peterson
the bats always come back
making music
striking against
my eyelids while I sleep
you say
this is you
getting
to know
me better
that if I were awake
the bats would
strike Tchaikovsky
and that my eyeballs
would leap from
their sockets
wearing my lids
as tutus
and I would
never know the
unconditional self
when I saw it
because I
wouldn't have eyes
to see it
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