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Poetry

Can you imagine a thing.

Can you imagine a thing.
Anything.
Be it a pebble or a bead.
Think of it terms of space,
cast it as a hard material stone.
Twist it round to the axis of time,
And see it turn to an energetic smoke.
Such are all things.
Such are all things.
Neither wholly smoke nor wholly stone.
Neither here nor neither then.
Eternity
Infinity
One the same some equal thing
A simple way to comprehend
Nought begins
And nothing ends
Just intensities
And densities
Of burning lives
And distant friends



Poetry