IN THE REALM OF NEITHER: I had a dream just before waking of a shelf filled with books, and I was reading the titles when a spotlight hit the spine of one book that also seemed to protrude from the others and be coming out of the shelf toward me. On it were the words "In the Realm of Neither" that remained vivid and unforgettable upon waking... (poem) If all the wood in the world were to sing/and every rose gave a political speech/and every cloud took pity on its neighbor/and every stone composed an epic poem about/being a stone and each of us saw God direct with our/own eyes in naked vision/as clearly as we see ourselves stooping to/drink from a lake.