Gravity lets go sometimes,
dizzy spells trigger vertigo.
Someone has cut her whiskers,
this cat we had hoped to tame,
a beast she can only be.
Before we give up, let us try
to save the day by cutting our own,
bring about belief in our system.
In solidarity, we dizzy ourselves
so that everyone has a chance
to thrive even while injured.
This is what we do, human or not,
animal or not, a butterfly
caught in a wind storm.
How beautiful the tragedy
when it cannot escape itself,
the most devastating flower.
Mourn all reduction of doctrine,
until we can no longer feel it,
especially for what is to come.
A time when we need steadiness,
we know nothing but lost balance.