The spark that comes from their belly
denies the darkness its dominion
and reminds the rest of a shining world
how lonely the light really is.
This light is brief in a darkness vast,
an echo of the quick flare of tiny
planets and suns filled with the
enveloping night between.
These bugs spend themselves and
then go to the ground, leave the gloom.
Our eyes take in this absence and find
hope in these hours darkness glowed.
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