Precarious
Precarious, the way we live
Feeding feral instinct
Quick to grab but are loathe to give
Dark is ego’s precinct
Unstable, our stooped stance
Foolish desire parlance
Life thrown out of balance
Contrarious
Precarious
25-September-2021
Quietus
(not for contest)
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