Balance

A ball upon a swinging thread

a ball upon a ball— a juggler—

manager of time eternal—

carries no whip.

Time is slave to no one and

disciplined by none—

for discipline is slaved to time.

Time takes its own self— tarries—

then bolts! like a bang! bang!

ball upon a ball—

The juggler bows himself in two.

One fluid focused motion

vaults him on a ball upon a thread

whereon he lifts his mask revealing

time itself— master of us all.