Sometimes, I think
I have forgotten how to bend.
Life now seems mere posturing.
We stand
for something.
Or, we stand
for nothing
real.
We sit on our hands.
We run from truth.
We sleepwalk through twi-light
days and nights blended
and mended by calculation
of who holds the reins
of our harness.
So, I stand
and I stretch
to find some balance
of thought and action;
a tiny fraction
of what reality
used to be.
And I dare not bend
for fear
of losing
my balance.
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