<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><h2 class=""><span class="" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-weight: normal; "><font class="Apple-style-span" size="3">The Light Beneath Sleep</font></span></h2><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><span class=""><span class="">Sometimes, underneath deep sleep</span><br class=""><span class="">is a certain diffused glow,</span><br class=""><span class="">as, in the rainforest, luminous toadstools</span><br class=""><span class="">glow green among the leaf litter</span><br class=""><span class="">and beetles crawl about with winking abdomens.</span><br class=""><span class="">One night when I followed this glow </span><br class=""><span class="">I came to an upturned tree </span><br class=""><span class="">that was a kind of cathedral for glowworms </span><br class=""><span class="">and the light beat against my face, my chest and my hands. </span><br class=""><span class="">At the end of the corridor of sleep, a dream stands. </span><br class=""><span class="">It may be that at the end of the corridor of death </span><br class=""><span class="">there is the walking slightly uphill </span><br class=""><span class="">through the green fields; </span><br class=""><span class="">and then the light underneath sleep </span><br class=""><span class="">is both in front and behind. </span><br class=""></span><span class=""></span><span class=""><br class=""><span class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- John Tarrant</span></span></span></body></html>