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Gravity
Where does this stream begin? In the mountains of the north, or the clouds above? Could it be the source is the sea that breeds the clouds and the rain? Could it be the current comes from the spin of the globe and then . . . Could it be . . . . . could it be the attraction between all things— the force of love? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem is from "Bottle in the River" about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle tossed by the fingertips of "that I am." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"
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