Temperance

Cylindrical in motion, the particles rise and fall

Rounded, its once and future paths meet end to end 

Guilt and governance entwined beneath the value of a point defined and the volume of an empty sphere

Near, this end must always find a start 

Reverberation of their jaws pried apart

Six senses of a pseudo-servile mind 

Heaven begged to understand

Yet wide out open bit the hand of the contrast it created 

This world is Syracuse, in one or other way

Falling at foundations to reduce 

itself to our expectations.