In the depth of the Night-Thereafter Echoes the sound of a thousand voices As if caught between cry and laughter And seemingly had no choices, Save to remember little things Like the eyes of a snail going back in When children to quench their chagrin Couldn’t resist so a little sin “I saw them going back in” “Even the eyes of a snail” “Even that has been” “It was part of the Tale” What we’ll never see again As much as once we beheld And as long eyes will meld Existence will never be vain