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The Balancing Act
That treacherous mountain trail;
the fine line that strays and stands,
like the thinnest cord that stretches
and goes indefinite distances as we walk
up high, carefully careening over the two caverns
marked remembrance and forgettance;
that hold captive two dormant volcanoes
carrying embers capable
of melting everything,
kept cool,
shrouded in earth
like memories shredded,
with ash and grit like tears dried dead;
That journey of balancing every step, without
falling over and breaking through the cindered
cover and melting in that reminiscent magma
or turning into a volatile void of human form,
That balancing act in a falling fallacy;
called a slippery slope, is what we know as life!
© the_acataleptic
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