Monday, October 31, 2011

Death Grip

Grasp life gently
Held between
Forefinger and the thumb
Barely constrained

Clutch too tight and
Paradoxically you
Forfeit all control

Try to dominate, to
Muscle through—
You’ll only
Overthrow yourself
Exhausted by the
Energetic cost

Sure, there’s a chance
You may
Lose hold
Feel the point you
Try so hard to
Keep in line
So what

That when your eye
Hits home
Your heart, and blade
Will follow

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