Poem

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While terror claims the night, we laugh on,
Taking it in our pockets, to spread like breadcrumbs.
Why should we stumble in the darkness?
Why not seek treasures with hearts so light?

For grace dwells
In what is awkwardly obscured,
As when a child
Covers her eyes with her hands,
Then giggling,
Opens her palms wide
To find all that is gleaming.

EEG