Crisis is a Hair

Crisis is a Hair
Toward which forces creep
Past which — forces retrogade
If it come in sleep

To suspend the Breath
Is the most we can
Ignorant is it Life or Death
Nicely balancing —

Let an instant push
Or an Atom press
Or a Circle hesitate
In Circumference

It may jolt the Hand
That adjusts the Hair
That secures Eternity
From presenting — Here —