Balance On the Vortex

Upon the nuclear metropolis, the very navel of the soul; there lies the balance between what exists outside the axis of control. An understanding that transcends between the virtues and the flaws combined, condensed at either end with all the weight that each have wrought A pivot between Time and Change on coiled point beneath the plane where Chance and Choice are both arranged and mingled products are contained. The vortex draws a Life in steady grade with every trial and result. The constant whorl becomes crusade and when it's balanced naught can halt. The plane may teeter, it may shift and alter rhythmic atmospheres and life might stall upon the pith or race the corkscrew track of years. And in the helix of maturity once equilibrium has been engaged the spiral spin up through eternity can not be ceased by fragile age. With poise maintained when crisis knocks and accord within every spiral breath; a balance is redeemed when scales might rock between the points of Life and Death.