Bat vision

Thousands of years ago we bore words
Under the wise  tree as its windy leaves
Did the same dance, in their needle tips,
Our lips sealed to a light struck in eyes.

 

The light is still missing from their insides,
Only some hollow sounds of dark caves
Of our times when  mouths were cave bats
With a diurnal vision entirely upside down.
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