All is not well in this conjugal state

 Of stalemate interdependence

 Fragile mirror-image hanging on a knife-edge;

 A microcosmic indecency.

 A new kind of metafiction,

 To recreate the bigger picture

 Given the kiss of death before

 It had its chance to breathe

 

 And breathe it shall.

 

 I bear witness to the monolith

 Of self-evident cowardice,

 Born and bred of infallibility,

 Is human nature not the culprit?

 Unanimous in our contempt of

 The regressive sense of intuitive momentum,

 We abandon all common reason

 To adapt to being poisoned,

 

 So we shall breathe smoke, collective

 In our pursuit of self-destruction.

 

 Who propagates the seeds of

 Discontent in the hearts of men?

 For fertile soil bears no grudge

 Against the flowering of beauty.

 A state of equilibrium must be unearthed,

 Lest the scales tip all too far

 And bury the diamonds in the rough.