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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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There a sense of the abstract and illusory made substantial here. What is a tree? Something solid and living, but shifting and rooted. This taken-for-granted background supplies the oxygen we breathe. Self-sufficient, they require only our "gazing" with appreciative eyes on their essential nature. The fire-starter hacks and burns regardless. I like the way the poem inspires a double-take, a sensory renewal....Rgds., Alan.
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