I used some muscles differently this week.
I altered posture and I changed my twist.
I heard an ancient set of teaching speak
to me, in tones I didn’t let exist
before, before it disappears in mist
of age, when I may grow to be too old,
when I’m immobilized. Now I insist
on effort personal and self-controlled.


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