Holding On

Holding on,
By the barest of threads
Gossamer, spun by crystalline treads
And when the thread stressed, pulls taunt
There is a ringing from the font
Its water rippling concentric circles
Drawn out by stately turtles
Over and over the ringing heard
Drives one on through the mulling herd
In sanity or without
Is it they or us operating out of bounds
Regardless, we keep moving
This pattern barely holding
Whether it be by sheer momentum
Or by a force, a jump in the curve, with a derivative of none
We hold on, just barely holding on
Going through the motions
Molding to life's contortions
Holding on, and on and on.

The stress is building, they say
Its only a matter of time, before the may
The can, turns to mustn'ts and can'ts
The cants then, that we repeat
To ourselves, as if by repeating this beat
This rhythmic pentameter, reminders can create
An equal force to react
In opposition to the pressure of holding, such that
There is a shift in the inertial reference frame,
So the stress-induced force, from this
Frame refreshed, drops down to zero, to nil
But all this ignores, the thread, the sound
On plucked string rebounds
A whiny pitch that strikes the ear
Piercing, but then fading,
Oscillations canceling,
The waves folding one into another,
Making it hard to hear
When one is unsure, one heard
Anything at all.