Oh Incompatibility
Every pot does have its lid but hey: some of us are Pans
Pan-theistic, pan-optical, pan-tonality!
She aptly called it The Curse of Being Well-Rounded
Neither altogether here, nor left behind back there
An overflowing plenum, which even the finest vessel can't contain
Wayward rivers break down dams to flood valleys
Alone in their totality — liquid outrunning quiddity
Landing us between despair and disparity
Once we were conjoined; sharing joy as well as sorrow
Yet those yesterdays have gone, with no promise of tomorrow.
Our time together endeth now
May he treat you right . . . Never quite knew how.
Image: Weeping Ofelia courtesy of ~ belldandies
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