“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!”
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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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