Paramecium, dull and void
With swift flagellates on your side
Your carbon pressed and aged in stone
Helps to get me to my home.
Igneous time spilling forth:
Slow-metered increments of worth
Metamorphisize with age
In a fortnight are a wage.
Eyes expand to take in light
Contradicting evening's right
Yet cannot change their shape to stem
Their natural myopia.
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