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THE HERMIT
Living by berry & herb,
healing by poultice & leech
wanting the wisdom of the leeching years
seeking crags where eagles hatch,
or wild goats suckle their young,
the moonlit pool where an otter's ripples
betoken what's uncertain, subatomic
the crushing singularity of knowledge.
Bird flocks weave for him
a cryptic choreography,
frost refuses his questions,
answers to none but the mathematical certainties
Yet the acorn's blueprint waves its boughs
in Heisenberg's breeze.
"What we foresee, we cannot alter.
What we alter lies unforseen
to trap or tie us to the strangest destiny."
The photon strikes the retina,
unhinged the astrolabe.
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