I feel restless
unstable, unsure;
but surely nearing
some tipping point
that the speed of the top,
wobbling wildly,
prevents me from seeing
[I am blind]
Equilibrium has passed me by;
can I capture it once more?
(a lack of movement
is also a form of balance)
The weight of uncertainty
is enough to knock me over;
Now, lying beneath the trees,
I question all that I am
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
I feel restless
unstable, unsure;
but surely nearing
some tipping point
that the speed of the top,
wobbling wildly,
prevents me from seeing
[I am blind]
Equilibrium has passed me by;
can I capture it once more?
(a lack of movement
is also a form of balance)
The weight of uncertainty
is enough to knock me over;
Now, lying beneath the trees,
I question all that I am
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