Going up you can't no way Win without the losers' play Walk atop the finest line Cut your feet on other spines Made of knots and foregone thoughts No more wailing ailing oughts More to point is snoring pain Dreamy steamy boring rain Align your mind and ride the wave So long as you can't see the blade Doing what it always does Demanding why but just because
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Roman Ryan 
The opposing concepts causing the “schism” are touched upon so casually throughout the poem that it can almost be missed. I find the piece to be very subtle and attractive
I really appreciate your comments and readership, Charles!
Of course!!!