I Cleanse be thoughts, as clench the heart, feeds for the words, as seeds for words, in speech or script, reeds or weeds, sprout from them, in garden, of the heart. II So many heeds, not flout meeds, by the greeds, as the needs, be modest or simple, so are causes, be great deeds. III Pure as thoughts wake, so the words bake, In giant strides cake, without illusions fake mull the volitions rake, for realities sake, wrap in silences take. IV So thoughts be cleanse make awesome freeds in peace and happiness, clench the heart so pure, with joy and steadfast, nobility the cure, not as lure, but so sure, all the way, away from depth, towards the Height, where real life be. Ben Ezeohagwu...