All is stable

by laws of nature, 

You, I, and God. 

Our eyes have seen it,

no matter the impossibility,

extension, or superfluity.

Unaware of perfection, 

we claim instability, 

unsure what it really means to be 

broken.

Tension is the illusion 

that results from this perfection.

That's what brings us together,

yet...

it threatens to break us apart.

Perfect, but vulerable.

Unity strained by possibility.

Harmony.

Threatening to keep us together

reassuring us of our munity.

Tolerance is regular

and it stays within harmony,

within unity,

forming the bones. 

But,

with enough tension,

the bones will break,

shatter, and try to heal themselves

unsuccessfully. 

Unity is the illusion that binds us and keeps us together,

making you forget.

Forget how easy it is for us to

break. 

How much will it take?

What will we do,

when the river flows uphill?

Or the moon stays out?

Unity is natural

until the hands form a cavity

and abandon us.

With a heavy misformation.

It will crush gravity, glue,

and leave us deaf

blind

dumb.

Reminded of our vulnerability

and left us to pray

to those same hands

that modeled Earth into man,

that lit the sun,

that forgave our sins

and let us grow. 

The rock that falls from extension

and spooks the fish.

It only takes a pebble

with the weight of a boulder

to break the surface,

and cause us to 

scatter.