The eyes of man can gaze into the most invisible edges of humanity,

And sadly blinded as to the gaping fissures of frailty,

Only the weak can watch as the rift spans all human emotion,

Yet is helpless to repair the abyss that looms in constant motion,

The strong and the confident march on to do their own will,

Tunnel vision leaves the warning of the canyon unheeded still,

The screams of those already consume are lost in the deadened air,

While our eyes simply fail to see that life does not play fair,

The sands of human infirmity consume all those who fail to persist,

Those who stop to rescue others find little reward for their well natured desist,

The hourglass races as emptiness lies at its beginning and end,

And we desperately hare to find meaning in our trial to transcend,

The borders of time and the pages of history’s reach,

To touch the hearts of those who’ve been abandoned to emotionality’s leech,

Even as failure infects with misery at its side,

These lost essences of man are the reason the strong still ride,

In this holy chase the greatest lies are told by our eyes,

We are eager to play god and determine those in need of reprise,

The ailing hearts watch as the riders are consumed by their own power,

As their claims to liberate the fallen from themselves turns sour,

Only the weak can watch us fall into the ravine on the edges of human sanity,

And this ephemeral strength becomes our vast weakness: our own assured vanity…

-Halifax Haflinger