Conscious Poem

“…Funambulist, agile, contemplating life would be futile
Shifting wayside, there are so many reasons to not die,
Goal in sight, holding his poise, graceful as a crane,
Narrow is the path, compromised may seem his chances,
Holding on, thin as a rope he may be,
Breathing shallow or deeply?,
Where balance resides is the center of “this” gravity,
Inertia creeps, moving up slowly,
Step by step, patiently, the only way out pivots inside…”


Michael McGregor

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