Fits and starts
Push pulls
Inch moved

Obdurate will’s
Feet in cement
Mountain moved

Living in bouts
Bursts of clouds
Silver linings

Arms wide, embracing
No longer akimbo
World’s my oyster

Nothing stirs
Eye of storm
Leaves me cold~

In acceptance mode
Turning fluid I serenely
Go with the punches, flow~

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