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teetering closely to breaking apart

we
no form
or rhythm
asymmetric
pushing and pulling
see-saws never see us
level out the depression
we dug a hole we could not leave
so we returned to our old habits

we balanced above thin sheets of ice
eggshell landmines skating away
roasting marshmallows too close
skimming trucks with our heads
we are Icarus
diving deeper
helplessly
burning
us.