The balance tilted yet she didn’t fall
It was of no consequence
Everything can be mitigated
Dust dry and hot
Wet and flooding
Sleet hail and cold
Her life on the seesaw
Just keep going head down hand out
Endless debit and electronic cash
Flying through semi-conductor heaven smaller faster just a speedboating
Along the earth
It is round
The day it is flat
She lay prostrate on mushrooming exponential growth
Blindfolded against the fact that
She was not that uniquely special after all
The beam upon which her life was built
Was held up by a sphere
Not the greatest engineering design for stability
Mostly her problem was she did not know how to see
The interconnectedness below her
She behaved as if there was no interplay or entanglement
This was her flat earth view
Living on the flatline there comes a point
When you simply drop off and she did
Oddly the unique thing
Was capable of eating itself
Into the abyss of having too much and going too far
Thinking she was right
No consideration for those in her view who were wrong
Or different she simply gave them no thought at all
Yet tragically took them all with her
And just moments before they fell
The one in the field asked what?
The one in the saffron robe said it is thus.
The one with the walker whispered why?
The one with fingers laced between the barbed wire cried help!
The one feeding the ducks was too young to realize.
The she simply exclaimed excuse me!