All is not well in this conjugal state
Of stalemate interdependence
Fragile mirror-image hanging on a knife-edge;
A microcosmic indecency.
A new kind of metafiction,
To recreate the bigger picture
Given the kiss of death before
It had its chance to breathe
And breathe it shall.
I bear witness to the monolith
Of self-evident cowardice,
Born and bred of infallibility,
Is human nature not the culprit?
Unanimous in our contempt of
The regressive sense of intuitive momentum,
We abandon all common reason
To adapt to being poisoned,
So we shall breathe smoke, collective
In our pursuit of self-destruction.
Who propagates the seeds of
Discontent in the hearts of men?
For fertile soil bears no grudge
Against the flowering of beauty.
A state of equilibrium must be unearthed,
Lest the scales tip all too far
And bury the diamonds in the rough.
