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Orthodoxy
Says the nut to the shell: “I saw birth and variety— there is light, and sky, and our mother, the tree!” Says the shell to the nut: “Heretic! You must be hallucinating or sick! I know what I know and darkness abounds . . . Believe me: there’s nothing around but ground!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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