Gentle

I chose the practice titled “Slow Your Roll.”
It begged just 16 minutes from my clock,
and slowly then I reassumed control
of seconds, as I stretched in taking stock
of ligament and tendon, palm and sole,
my skeleton relearning to unlock.
That carpet time promoted sweet relief,
and like these lines the exercise was brief.

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