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progressive insanities of
    a pioneer

vintergatan

triumf att finnas till...

who knows if the moon's
    a balloon

a valediction

being to timelessness
    as it's to time

shall I compare thee
    to a summer's day

the cubist break-up
    (verses 7 and 12)

excerpts from
    this compost

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being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end;
where nothing is to breath to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land

(do lovers suffer?all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad?only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star

— do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.
Whatever sages say and fools,all's well