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.
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