The ground tries to swallow me up into the depth of its blackness and
at the same time it tries to hold me up top and solid.
The ground is terra firma; the ground is wobbly and unreliable.
Below the horizon line is both tentative and strong.
Above the horizon line is both well-lit and dim.
Each living being spends a lifetime struggling
to remain in the light on solid earth.
Each living being occupies spaces of light and dark
simultaneously and we must choose where to reside.
Finding this balance is not an easy thing for most.
It is a concerted effort.
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