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Simultaneous

One can’t think of light and simultaneously of death

The endless flow of infinity to the streaming teapot

To fill one’s cup overflowing, in truth of oneself

One’s first passionate kiss longing to be

Immortal, to a tumour growing inside

To the dozen ways of saying goodbye

One can’t despair about everything

And simultaneously think about everything.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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