I try to align
every vector that
strives to diverge
I try to resist
I pantomime a struggle
with this devil’s urge
declare a truce
a day or three
finds me slipping
wondering the use
wonder at my
white knuckle gripping
will this be it
the time the balance
gets pushed past
the barrier or pit
the obstacle I call out
just myself
at last
what
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