No prophecy told me that I would meet you
Apollo is speechless
Is there a Cassandra for me to listen
For once.
I am in confusion
Empedocles’ Love and Hate
Rule in our cosmos
It comes to Being and Perish
But our love is an Atom
Indivisible.
Everything is mingled together
Like your seed, Anaxagoras.
Some things are visible and invisible
But all is One.
Being
