Slice The Cake Equilibrium
All is not well in this conjugal state of stalemate
interdependence
Fragile mirror-image hanging on a knife-edge; a
microcosmic indecency.
A new kind of metafiction, to recreate the bigger picture
Given the kiss of death before it had its chance to
breathe
And breathe it shall.
I bear witness to the monolith of self-evident cowardice,
born and bred of infallibility, is human nature not the
culprit?
Unanimous in our contempt of the regressive sense of
intuitive momentum,
we abandon all common reason to adapt to being poisoned,
So we shall breathe smoke, collective in our pursuit of
self-destruction.
Who propagates the seeds of discontent in the hearts of
men?
For fertile soil bears no grudge against the flowering of
beauty.
A state of equilibrium must be unearthed,
Lest the scales tip all too far and bury the diamonds in
the rough.
