Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
July 06, 2026

Balance

"I was buoyed up..."

Balance

I was buoyed up,
A paper boat
On a surging wave.

Tossed aside,
Taken for a ride,
Or returned to shore,

For an encore.
Performances galore
In the hunger for more

Till, gathered up
In the rollercoaster of days
In a time-accelerated world

I spun like a top,
Coming to a stop
Slowly, in drunken reels

Like civilization on wheels
Teetering to a halt,
Its force spent.

I hope I can keep my balance
In this modulated dance
Of cosmic trance.







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