I know that He exists.
Somewhere- in Silence-
He has hid his rare life
From our Gross eyes.
Tis an instant’s play.
Tis a fond Ambush-
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!
But- should the play
Prove piercing earnest-
Should the glee-glaze-
In Death’s stiff-stare-
Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest-
Have crawled too far!
Emily Dickinson
The light trail
Alligator Lake
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