black eyes in the light of darkness

There once was a fiddle

as the thumbs went diddle

as the two dwaddled

the duck waddled

while the goose waded

and colors all faded

up to the moon

spring will soon

arrive what has thus gone

and suchness that has never been

arises through all time and back again

some memory is an anchor

stuck on the back of a throat

and in the needle of an eye

it pins all mote

this boat has a hole

in the bootm of a well

see you later.

Nicely done.