The world is a great and tumultuous scale
Ricocheting up and down
As weights are added or relieved from us
We go crashing from highs to lows and highs again
Gripping on for dear life
Our fingers shake, our palms grow sweaty and weak
R*, who can recall her past lives
yet is contiguous with nothing
S*, who can scry the future
yet is displeased with everything
They mingled together to share an impossibly peaceful taste of chaos
As only two balanced forces acting on each other can reach a halt
Awoken from the reverie of this transient suspension
To the frenetic movement of reality they returned
Rest their bodies and spirits will know
The exhausting blows landed by perpetual motion
And onward is the only place to which they go
Nights Alone 