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Today she decided to give up high strung
Quivering
At life’s rat wheeling vicissitudes
(That in truth were a figment of a rather fervent imagination,
A story of bourgeoisie suffering,
Rather than any real starvation or pestilences.)
“Perhaps the Taoists have it right,” she pondered
From her frangipani scented
Modern miracle,
Flowing cleanly from the spout in the bathroom wall
And enveloping her pale nakedness
With its gas fracked warmth.
There is joy in surrender to the path
Twisting and curling like water around
The river stone blockade
That stands stolidly
While the ripples laugh past.

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