Apples on gnarled branches
Cider in smoky woods
The townspeople.
Do we have evolutionary relics of the bicameral mind?
Are there simmering voices that want release
From before the bicameral?
I am taking it as a fact that is like a rosebud or a seed
That is at once is I, the demotic, and the gods.
Anatol Cordua © 2017
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