![]() The Balance BeamA Poem by Einstein Noodle![]() picture by pinterest![]() The Balance Beam this night the Cheshire Cat moon is grinning low in my East horizon the witching hour beam spends its night waiting never sleeping silent it keeps worn and time oiled skin warmed and waiting like a Budhist Monk in meditation how easy it use to be lithe body bold will climbing aboard i am old .... how am I expected to mount once more the 4 inches like a cliche' i use to stand stork like all day without a tremor walking was a fresh breeze of spring leaping splits, saltos and hand springs all the apparatus working and silky but this morning finds me creaking cracking once more the limits of a falling body ....... i climb on board do my job though inside all the wobbling incapability has a mask and stink of fear but all goes quiet .. the glass pond ... the loon's cry the lotus like the Monk I would think I were dead if not for my own Cheshire Cat grin. 10/16/2020 E. © 2020 Einstein NoodleAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on October 16, 2020 Last Updated on October 20, 2020 Author![]() Einstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAbout"What arbitrary assignments! .. What arbitrary differentiations! What one-sided preferences, first for this, then for that property of a thing! ... with words it is never a question of truth, never a .. more..Writing
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