The Stitch
”... a stitch in time saves nine…”
do you think we’d be without mind?
a measure of seven was taken in the wind…
then a cat came out to say meow my friend.
eternity flows in endless directions
seven to nine needs the hearts intention
love is sublime and it goes without mention
life is a creation of the merging oceans
and living is being, in this serge of motion
”... the sum of nine was carried four…
1300 days through a mile of corridor “
She came to the game with nothing more.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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