At the CenterThings fall apart; the centre cannot hold - W.B. YeatsVigorously vortexed in chaos
moments razor through skin,
clutching for expiring embers;
stony shield for all secure
divine purpose upon command -
refusal cannot be granted;
focal point for the rim.
Balance, impossible attains
wheel is merely elliptical;
spokes demand scared stability,
core anchor cannot retain
fractures locating connection.
That which cannot hold,
tears the center apart.
Posted By Mike On Tuesday, August 23, 2005
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