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He whispers within me
        wordlessly—
drawing dark pictures with the eyes.
His portrait I will later recognize,
though now I pray here—
        thoughtlessly.

And all this time I’ve bottled up—
        restlessly,
and more than that I’ve shut my eyes,
and thrown up an indescribable disguise,
so I can continue continuing—
        happily.

He never mentions my mean
        mentality.
His words yet release my demise—
and in a deep breath I release the lies,
while He goes onward—
        wordlessly.





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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."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"