Something nameless slipped away

The pendulum swings

from able to unable

can to can't

back and forth:

a perpetual motion

machine

When able, life is

vibrant, bursting

with the possible

scintillating

and edges cut

but I don't bleed

When unable there is

despair, solidity

freezing all

in sclerosis

burying in dullness

any step outside

How I hope for the middle,

the rest of centre

the plethora of midway

And yet: whenever I have

passed there, I have lost:

something nameless slipped away.