Balance point

Round, round, round we go,
A ceasless spin of heads and tails,
One gives less as one gives more,
Fragile, frustrating balance.
The day is free to wan and wax,
But its sum with night rests equal.
We chase the things that run from us
And run from our chasers.
The world promises that like breeds like,
But we must have missed the notice.
We wait for water to fill our cup
And pour it next in others’ chalice.
There are exceptions sometimes though.
Beautiful eclipse, sun hugging moon,
When both of the parts learn to be full
And the sides of the coin turn at once.
I’m going along, knocking the line,
Testing for that point of balance,
When more gets more, and like gets love,
And we drown the basins of trust.
Come now, love, you’re above this game,
Don’t make me play with us,
Don’t make me think, and plan, and consider,
I want you to like what you see,
Not only be given to see the things you like.
Now, damn it, help me find that middle.

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