Brief blinks of calm
between apprehension
of the existential stain
I suppose the whole
thing will come to
equilibrium again
not how I planned
it boyo
no not what I foresaw
but wasn't it
ever thus
the need to scrap and claw
I suppose I'll have to
give in soon
and talk up in the air
I guess I'll always face
the fear of
equilibrium bent beyond repair
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