Permutations. . .
Vicissitudes. . .
Perturbation. . .

Even in
a phase of lassitude,
you life can segue slowly
into magic transformations
that serve with verve
and near infinitude
not only you–
for that could
possibly be
as stingy, stubborn,
maybe rude–

but what all
in the shifts
comes first to you
runs then through you
from where it can osmose
and ooze
on through
to love and feed and
elsewise serve
the rest
of vast

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