Clancy O'Connell

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.