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There is one It grows Free, it continues to grow But tension appears And welcome as it is, It must be relieved So now there are two No growth Opposéd, they cease to grow But war is their task And painful as it is, It must form a dance So now there are three Formed of syzygy, A pleasant mirage
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
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There is one It grows Free, it continues to grow But tension appears And welcome as it is, It must be relieved So now there are two No growth Opposéd, they cease to grow But war is their task And painful as it is, It must form a dance So now there are three Formed of syzygy, A pleasant mirage
Inspired by vague memories of Parmenides and vegetable dreams.
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15/Neither/Nowhere
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
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