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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

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