Indecision is nausea.
What to do and why, reason insufficient to convince.
Action as prophyaxis - no creation.
I fear the destruction that creation needs
Learning to accept stability as a virtue, I am paralyzed,
unable to find balance.
the blurring noise in my head is vertigo, clutching at a tightrope
all razorwire
lacerating my clutching hands
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