Temperance
The motion of Soul
Direct in a see of unknown
Folding pounding
Molding grounding
Working out the if and ors
The discipline of seven more…
Evolution casting sand
Grace in pressures at hand
Reason is a calling to be
Temper your way to sea…
Eight folds on a path
Virtual virtues of math
Breaking myths of wrath
In the motion of a Soul
.... tHere is room to breathe.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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