| OCCASIONALLY | ||
| A human being | ||
| Saw my light | ||
| Rushed in | ||
| Got singed | ||
| Got scared | ||
| Rushed out | ||
| Called fire | ||
| Or it happened | ||
| That he tried | ||
| To subdue it | ||
| Or it happened | ||
| He tried to extinguish it | ||
| Never did a friend | ||
| Enjoy it | ||
| The way it was | ||
| So I learned to | ||
| Turn it low | ||
| Turn it out | ||
| When I meet a stranger-- | ||
| Out of courtesy | ||
| I turn on a soft | ||
| Pink light | ||
| Which is found modest | ||
| Even charming | ||
| It is a protection | ||
| Against wear | ||
| And tears | ||
| And when I am rid of | ||
| The Always-to-be-Stranger | ||
| I turn on my light | ||
| And become myself | ||
| (Crystal Flowers 42.) | ||
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