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O Colossal Beauty

O colossal beauty, tragedy of existence!

All dies, all disappears!

All love, all blood-warmth, all colour, all breath!

We die, like all else!

We burn with love, then burn out.

Woe for us, yet we say yea.


Cloudsley, Tim, MA; British independent academic researcher and writer, poet, essayist, and short story writer resident in Colombia; formerly lecturer in Sociology at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland.

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