Approaching 3 A.M.

I wondered

what I sought

From the balance

betwixt

sight and blindness

my good eye

captured the enigma

of an intriguing concept

Before my third eye

it placed

a transforming though;

“How does it stand”?

Through crystal clarity

and with crystal clarity

I approached the figure

Upon a tiny base

it stood

a human-like form

Again; “How does it stand”?

“It’s got to be wires”!

I convinced

my humble mind

I perceived no wires

Yet it stood

Before daylight I realized

It must be

perfectly balanced…

no strings attached

Exactly what we all seek

quite the simile

of the full moon

that lights the path

of my poem

My quest became

“How many balances

must I achieve

to be whole

No Strings Attached”?

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                                                                                               Roxane