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
Won’t
Feel the point you
Try so hard to
Keep in line
So what
Trust
That when your eye
Hits home
Your heart, and blade
Will follow
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