O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
— Jul 16, 2024 02:33PM
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