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Easy and Breezy

By whose will
Are we still
Sometimes agitated
Or tranquil & elated

The currents
To which sentient
Follow a divine rhythm 
Reflected in the prism

Of form

We may yet choose
Without excuse
Ceasing to weigh or size
Simply vaporise

Singing the bliss tune
To external vagaries immune
Ceasing to resist
Being to become a bliss mist

Eternal

19-August-2020

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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