Wresting your Self from the grips of the self 

If like asking a giant not to step on an elf

When you look down into the soul 

All senses suspend you’re viewing the whole 

Tensions will ease if you do not fight the grips 

Of the desparate self , … before it latches and causes a rip

In the soacetime continuum of the geometry of space

A place you can go, a step you can take, without having anything to displace 

Keep the attention on the base , even when you see a pretty face 

Tempted you will be to break the rhythm of your pace 

Now is the time to keep time and to race 

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