The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...
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Hit and Spin


A fine morning in appearance

Until the rain interrupted it rudely as it fell

Lost control on the wet asphalt

Skidding began, in earnest it spun


Hit the median concrete

Spun some more

How many times is lost


Time seemed to stop

The beating heart

The adrenaline of fear

Life flashing before one's eyes


The near death experience then the final smash as it came to a stop

Never to move again 

Neither forwards or backwards

Engine revving, nothing happening

The turmoil is over

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