Friday, September 26, 2008

Bat Call No.2

I've been thinking about you little bat
and your tiny voice

and I realize it's not only you I miss
but me and my bat call

nothing feels better than calling
nothing feels better than loving
knowing an echo will bounce back

the flame licks at the darkness
dancing across the moist cavern

I was mistaken, the squealing wasn't you at
all little bat

it was the wood in the fire
squeezing


nothing comes from nothing
nothing comes from everything

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