binary proposition

Like a bird caught in a snare 

Flailing with its wings

Between soaring and crashing into the Earth

Like a great obelisk swaying precariously 

Between

Toppling and being crushed into gravel

Or piercing the clouds of heaven

Sitting upon the fulcrum point

of a great and terrible secret

The scale tilts and the devil laughs

Hope is lost, but for a strange light that will not be extinguished

And a man polishing a sword across his lap

Here with

One foot in heaven and one foot in hell

I remain,

Unbalanced.