Spontaneous

What else

But sweet oblivion

To solve the angst

Of worldly living;

Its pleasures and pain?

Where else

But the heart’s here and now,

To quench

The ever-shifting appetites;

The changeling mind?

Who else

But the you behind the you,

The self itself whole

And happening;

Spontaneity immediately alive?

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