Balance Back

On uneven ground the 
heel strikes and revertebrates
up to the top of the spine,
whose definite article is 
actually mine.

Step on, 
that is the moral 
pre-sentiment of
the analytical plan:
life of the bind.

Beware the stack of
bookish life,
regard the lack of
nary strife
as a condition to correction.

And yet, relatives,
cousin of the wandering
philosophical flâneur
can you hold the ideal
in between two virtual fingers?

Ask not what the question says
and wonder rather why an
answer would suffice in the
life of process, forth to the back,
strive to return and return and return.