POEM FROM THE NIGHT            By Andrew Hidas No heaven above, no hell below, Just this, this bliss and thunder. To dance beneath the diamond sky (Sing it, Bob Dylan) With both hands shackled tight Sightless, deaf and mute, No maps no roads Traversing nowhere at all Because you’re home already. (With a long way still to go…) Kindness is the core, The coin of every realm, Hippocrates said it once And it’s worth saying again: First, do no harm. His other dictum worth our time: I will abstain from every voluntary act of…