Quote #139
The fluctuations of certainty, the change Of degrees of perception in the scholar's dark.
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- Bethou me, said sparrow, to the crackled blade, And you, and you, bethou me as you blow, When in my coppice you behold me be.
- The poem goes form the poet's gibberish to The gibberish of the vulgate and back again.