I've found a balance
Between yesterday and now
A tiny little sliver
Of time beading on my brow
Running through the fated limits
Of love and lust and life
Understanding that delusion
Can be like sharp and curving knife
Plunging now and then
When life turns a dusty brown
To wash away the cobwebs
And chase away the frown
But linger in those waters
Is something I cannot do
For it leads just to discontent
So those hours are but few
Like sacred orbs of light
Refueling reality
I know indulgence must be limited
So the pleasure doesn't shatter me.
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