Precarious Perch
Balanced on the razor's intuition
On one side, desire for my fruition
On the other side, mankind's ignition
An end to the belief in life's perdition
Within this life, no hope for my desire
To culminate the dream of spinal fire
How does one's balance bide while leaning to
The search for mankind's peace the only view
So, still one eye remains on either side
And, for another lifetime I abide
For my fruition's key always resides
In gentle hand of one with gentle tides
Reflecting all of mankind's disposition
Sharing sense of being is fruition
The danger is immersion in the pain
Of mankind's deep unreason and disdain
Difference in the razor's sharpened sides
One drowning in unreason that divides
The other is a wave of loving tides
Cognition of the sweet and gentle rides
Immersed in me is wonder for those tides
And, once again, this life, I make a pledge
To keep my balance on the razors' edge
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