Stable Fulcrum
Slipping and swaying.
Balancing on the fulcrum
of fenced realities.
Crumbling cacophonies
stagger under the weight
of historical significance.
A word that is lost
among the echoes of time
is a word regardless.
A thought unspoken
carries idealism silently.
The crushing process
of carrying laden words,
is the ongoing evolution
of a wheel:
a task that sands itself
against the rough edges
of civilized sanity.
Societal norms grinding
at the passion
of unbiased release.
This struggle that bathes
in the perspiration of honesty,
slick and subtle,
slips and sways on
the corner of a dream.