Continuity Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The best.

the rest

two, maybe three

ninety and ten

night divided by day

day divided by night

blACK, WHITE, , EXTREAMS

COLOURS, THE MIDDLE, PATH THROUGH THE WOODS

THE REAL, THE UNREAL,

THE FORM OF IMAGINATION,

THE PHISICAL WORLD, THE MATTER, THE ANTYMATER, AND THE AMOEBA

GROWTH, PROGRESS, THE MIST

THE REFLECTION OF HER IN THE LAKE

sOMETHING TOLD ME ABOUT THE NIMPHS OF THE FOREST, THE PETALS I THROW UPON THEM

AS I LAY BY THE POND, UNDER THE SUN