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Help me into the central flow, the river you taught, that current you know, the wonder of heaven living within, the place of one and once again. The golden rule pawned from the east, the way you held us, at least at the feast, the part at the end, the God forsaken, from David's psalm I read it was taken. It makes me crave that that you knew, the way you calmed us, as he betrayed you, and kept your belief, in the central flow, while your friends wept in fear, and heard the cock crow. Help me into the central flow, that river you taught, the current you know, the wonder of living heaven within, the place of light and sight, once again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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