Running in Circles

          ah, to peace, love
            and ego
         the strains of youth and
      indelicate earnestness
           what embarrasses you



what brings you up short
catches your breath what
tickles your secrets



slippery pain and constant echoes
a relaxing



     relax
the demands of space-time
   bring us here
 but are otherwise unimportant



                 ah, to war
                   and balance



                   fire
              our extremites
              a precipice