Uncut Truth
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Mark Heathcote
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That what's sacrosanct, delusional, unbending?
Like a dead willow branch, unwilling to bow,
That what's so rigid breaks; it can't curve or won't
Take in all, that's held in a pointillist picture.
That what's sacrosanct isn't whole
Isn't part of the whole quantum picture?
It's just one subject's narrow point of view, a view
Removed to represent; the unabridged, uncut truth.
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