How is equilibrium measured? How is it maintained.. and a poem?

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Balance is both light and dark
wobbly tipsy clumsy klutz
weak in the winds of change
thoughts, ideas, conversations
rearranged
...feels deranged

Ectopically speaking I might agree
But then; she is a bit like me
the way she lights the room up
when she deigns to let it shine
and this; with no inducement
no whiskey, weed or wine...

Her wit, though twisted bent and scattered
and that kept her sane or mattered
moods controlled by chemicals
change; her fury uncontained
tears and anguish in no way feigned.

Like that funny family cat
who likes to doze in sunny spots
rub a bit behind the ears
loves to have her hair pulled too
confronting taunting inner fears...

She wishes all the nightmares
would fade away and die
...all the time that she has lost
In battle; do or die
questions; Why?
Answers not forth coming
 
equilibrium is in balance. the poem is balanced out by it's contrast. for example, the very first line, light and dark. The way the female is like the poet - balance and equal. make sense?

am i right?
 
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