Funny how the pendulum moves,
Set swaying by a finger,
Swinging  back and forth
As gravity wages war against momentum,
In a war it always wins,

In relationships too the pendulum rocks
Back and forth
But not for the wronged
For they push it to where
They want it

Because history and the present
Are writ not by the victor
But the wronged against,
And in that the pendulum hangs
At 45 degrees

There's a lighthouse with little details
hops along is the ship that ignobly sails,
flickering shine denounces facedly frail
twisted holding the little mouse's tail.

Strong is the hail that smashes this snail
A burst of bubbles & a blurred blue whale,
decrypted now the box of posted mail
Buried rhyming aches the sailing slow.
How weeds never do struggle to grow...