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Under a tree

As I lay down under a tree

In Jungian land,

The immensely powerful Sun God

Warms the legs stretched to Him.

A beer on my left side,

Grass on the other,

Writing words in a Summer's afternoon,

Delighting myself in honey,

The sweetness of nothingness,

"The unbearable lightness of being"

As the Great Kundera penciled.

Oh Kundera, it is not unbearable,

It is Godspeed.


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