I awaited once more for balance and motivation to fill a piece of my day,
To see as I felt a sway of gentle clarity.
I had to mind my language as my temper fuelled with ferocity,
My gaze became stern, and seemingly had flow to history,
On each journey which I embark I remind myself of my thirst.
Note: Each month, Dan's task is to identify "words of the month" - words that stand out to him, that spark interest and prompt thought. These words are in bold.
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