"I see black light." –Victor Hugo, last words

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Sometimes, underneath deep sleep
is a certain diffused glow,
as, in the rainforest, luminous toadstools
glow green among the leaf litter
and beetles crawl about with winking abdomens.

One night when I followed this glow
I came to an upturned tree
that was a kind of cathedral for glowworms
and the light beat against my face, my chest and my hands.

At the end of the corridor of sleep, a dream stands.

It may be that at the end of the corridor of death
there is the walking slightly uphill
through the green fields;

and then the light underneath sleep
is both in front and behind.


–John Tarrant

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