Knife-Edge
The
balance of beauty is in the bias of our minds
This side
of one second the fragility is sound
The
chance unaccountable is the move unpredictable
This
beauty smashed in the split second is undeniable
Surprised
human minds pretend that time is a solid line
Always
poised on the knife-edge that excites Damocles’ line
Surprised
when the turn is the speed of light’s line
Always phlegmatic
in the aftermath to recover a poised line
Pain is the
unwelcome message to the living brain
Action
taken or not is the knife-edge once again
Pain the payment to beauty’s god is anger’s refrain
Pain the payment to beauty’s god is anger’s refrain
Action
decides the next moment and is forever ingrained
Keep the
secret, the survivor who understands the coin
Depth of
capacity is the reserve that holds high ground
Keep
emotions while in the balance fight of the tumult
Depth of the
good mind will determine the emotional result
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