The rill of your memoirs
Sprouts from the excruciating flesh
Cracking ways through the shrinking canals
To kiss the essence
Poise in imbalance
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Man learns to balance slowly only when as a toddler he starts to walk. But a calf inherits balance at birth… this is manifest across the length of man's life. Nice poetry.5*