Aequus Libra

Aequus Libra 
(Equilbrium) 

by Khari D. Hawke



He sat there stoned. 
For so long he had gotten so stoned, 
to where be stoned didn't feel 
like being stoned. 
His thoughts bouncing back 
and forward between his own mental 
reality and the world's reality; 
between all that seemed perfect 
and all that was bad. 

He sits there and sits there 
and sits there, going back and 
forth. The perfect that was his 
perfect and the bad that really was 
his bad. Yet between 
the two, was balance; there's balance. 


In his thoughts, rocking 
back and forward, 
forth and backward, why is there balance? 
He thinks and thinks and thinks 
and then he thinks, there's always balance, 
even when all is imbalance; there's always balance. 
Equilbrium, between his own perfect 
and his actual bad.