Matter-of-
factly, change
lies not in
circles of
glass or cup.
Things will pass,
transcient souls.
Hot coffee
in cup cools.
Cold milkshake
in glass warms.
Let nature,
consciousness
intervene
birth and death.
Let black and
white collide,
cede, or mix.
Let’s drink Di-
alectics!

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