Extreme

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Mar 17, 2026

Extreme to
extreme.
Pendulum 
swings.
Left,
right,
left.
Back and
forth.
Repeat, 
again and
again,
over and
over.
Pendulum 
extremes
breeding
discontent.
No common
ground.
Forces
marshal,
opinions 
harden.
Conflict.
Push back
ensues.
Stalls,
pendulum 
pushed.
Back swing,
picking 
up speed.
New 
momentum.
Speeding 
past
 neutral,
agreement.
Bang to
extreme 
and back
again.
Alienation,
altercation 
compromise 
destroyed.
Battle lines 
drawn.
Middle
ground,
denied. 
Opinions 
no longer 
entitled,
allowed.
Agree to
disagree,
extinct.
Civilization 
untethers.

 

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