Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The weirdness of being the fulcrum

Strange how at times we can can feel as if we were the fulcrum upon which everything moves. Hubris, yes. But just because we've gone beyond the rocks of hubri doesn't mean we are wrong...

When I was fifteen and feeling the same way, I went on an excursion into poetry

This is one of the products of that period:

At all times I am the wheel;
At my best I am the hub, controlled in all I do
At other times I am the spokes, being driven but also giving
At my worst I am the rim, being ground, crushed, suffocated by what I am.

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