unstable the blather
of those in a lather
they who stumble over
the evanescent endearment
twist in the thread of the web
hypocrisy of hokey hypocorisms
devotion to a preconceived notion
those who protest too much
profess nothing worth
but neither great
those silent and sans mirth
like balance tenuous and intangible
by one who walks a line
unnoticed except by absence
equilibrium undefined
on the edge of
the ephemeral high wire
spun of possibility
I wait
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