end behavior

continuously existing between love and hate

so we stretch the rope across the abyss

and as we walk on it

we find our place

among all these sentiments

then shifting, tottering

from one end to another

precariously

recklessly

like ships in a rocking glass bottle

tracing across the x-axis

across the why and how 

theres forgiveness, theres resentment

at both ends and at the same time

stumping us because

coexisting values shouldn't be real

always leaving ample space in the middle

what to call it?

apathy?

acceptance? 

maybe, 

an excuse 

to watch each other like dogs from either side, 

languishing in all our distance

can we, as humans

as peoples and sons and daughters

as friendly strangers

and estranged friends

meet there for even a moment, 

breathing through the fear of falling

at the deepest valley

at eye level?

what kind of rope is this anyway?

to me it just looks like a mess

unraveling as it stretches

upwards and downwards

and on into infinity