Transformation

Change is a purple mountain travesty
Squirrel winter fat shamed
Survival of the grittiest?
Hope not, I don't have rocks in my gullet
That's a sentence to bird
Hand bushes their due: growth is rough
Grousing douses the inner flame
Whose character evades dimensional name
Hot to wet to full of vim
Vigor vices feed on shifts
Capital letter, held out to space
A is B under paragraph's case
Pluck the feather to make a snake
Underwhelm and hurry to dream
In which senses give way-cognition
Until imagination wears unheard-of music
To band together, orchestral call to transformation

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