Time, time, the first in years I sit here,
My environment, quietly turn my mind
Updownside to gauge the casual sense
Of the place so usually embroiled in turmoil
And the doors of coming and going.
So I calmly ignore the push of stress, that
Normal habit, let it ungrow, uncoil, and
Grab this peace to me like I won't let it go.
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