niknak

Like a headphone in one ear I feel unbalanced Tipping me over the pivot A pencil on its tip It has to fall It's just a question of which facet The doodling lead Twirls intricate fractals Unpredicatble in its motion Some faint, some dark On an undulating page Creating beauty in its wake I wont push it over It should fall Equilibrium is harmony Please sit with me And watch the show Together for a while If I rub your skin You wont feel the sore Just the warmth from the gentle massage Can you hear that now? The cry of "Timber!" In stereo, well balanced