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Laurence Overmire
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To get to the truth
You must transcend words
You must transcend
Consciousness itself
Allow what is underneath
That great unknowable Hidden
To take what voice it will
And make the world
Spin on the fulcrum of its axis
The riddle burning in the center of
Its hot, molten
Core.
(Previously published in A Little Poetry, Summer Fall 2007 issue)
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