in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Synæsthesia

My dream-self tells me
that icebergs smell of cucumbers,
that the Northern Lights
taste of champagne,
that beauty is a Pythagorean
matter of numbers,
that death is the generous reality
surrounding us,
that poetry is pain.

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