Poem: Balance

 

Balance

 

to lie in the half-damp grass

was to both die and resurrect;

to feel the lissome blades 

as they burst into a pyre of stars.

 

i would go up into heaven

and my dreams could stay forever;

and yet time always latched on again, 

furious as a circle of moths.

 

choirs of crickets cowled my nights,

rhythmic of ecstasy;

but the world was changing,

coin by coin, wire by wire.

 

the vision came to me,

and i knew i had to go back, into the city,

and thereby witness as a fool,

those who would not care.

 

it would take a tragic yet open heart, 

to dwell among so much suffering:

the blind, the sacrificed, the sadists,

and somehow manage to balance.

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