TITLE: Middle Ground
By Joseph Breton
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In every little word I felt the weight
In every little look I felt a strength,
A strength that saw no middle ground.
Where have I been running around?
It was there in that placid sea.
Many deign to rest their head
In the grayness of that place,
A place where the sharpened end
Is taken off the head of Truth
And blurred in undistinguished mystery.
For me it was my cloak of safety,
A haven from responsibility.
But illusory was its gentle face.
Its true nature was something more
Complex and completely sinister.
It took a man to show me that,
A man who knew his “up” from “down,”
A man who didn’t compromise the edges
Of reality’s blameless headdress
That is its spotless crown.
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