Equipoise

waking up in the morning, a balance of life and slumber

All understand the emergent anguish formed by the newly beckoning day. The optimistic sun triumphs over the bleak night with rays of antagonistic light. Optimism, being the power it may, cannot conquer all endeavors of day. Dissipating the dark of night can challenge even the most gratuitous of people while rising from a warm, restful tomb. A fountain of warmth pours onto the body thawing even the most rigid and motionless of bones. Then, and only then, is it possible for the soul to awaken its skeletal prison, filling it with life.

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            As the sun shines though brightly colored foliage, the silver-tongued breeze blows the leaves in light whirlwinds of intrigue. In the presence of such equipoise, this despondent world will, for a seldom moment, know peace.

 

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            The never-ending habitual ritual of life goes on like choreography; but in hindsight, was an unrealistic deal of trouble.  Every motion leading shakily and destructively into the next. 

Author's Note

still a work in progress