The SeeSaw of Aloneness
On one side sits terror,
on the other relief,
on the first sadness,
on the second cool joy,
this seesaw keeps moving,
up and down terror/relief/sadness/joy,
it's a treacherous crawl to the fulcrum,
from here the game is clear,
up/down, down/up,
all day, all night,
at the center spot, sitting lotus,
amused at the flying boards,
un-fazed by the creaks and squeaks,
calm in the eye of the storm.
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