The Edge of Oneness

A slight move of the head leaves a trail of thoughts,
Neglecting the truculence against the insanity.
I want to devour the womb of this pressure,
It's leaning on my softless egoistic prairie.
How can you keep balance at such a lubricous edge?

The children of these challenges are showing me love
And their Mothers are creating my past life.
But still I see such uninvited disturbance in sanctified sings,
And no soul will whisper me that my words are veridical and true.