holding onto sanity
is like
handling soap
in the shower
the tighter
we try to grip
as we feel
the real solid
may be slipping
the more it flies out
a skimming thrown pebble
across the sheen of tiled
foamy existence
from the effort
of constriction
we may find further stress
so, relax your hold
play with it gingerly
let it go from hand to hand
like the balancing sport
of parallel bars
within gymnasiums
imaginings
aim
to maintain
an equilibrium
of forces
it's a slippery thing
the mind
