The troubling dualities insisted no doubt ultimately
By the ineluctable episteme of subject and predicate
As of ultimate and proximate
Self and other
Pompous and modest
Spontaneous and calculated
Tranquil and angry
And the spectrum states such as mature and immature

Or just the rowdy chaos of a number of things
As the many voices that clash and jingle in the mind
The ill-configured effects of perception
And is life therefore entirely a technical process
It involves technical processes
As mowing the lawn scooping soup into bowls
Showing up every day for another round of intolerable drudgery

But these of course are 1st world problems
That is to say middle class
And thus there must be some triune precariousness
As transparent translucent and opaque
Or as a three-wheeled motorcycle is said to be less stable
Than the conventional bike that requires speed to remain upright
And is life therefore the technical process of establishing stability

The binary opposite of life is either death or lifelessness
And regrettably there seem to be degrees
And what is our metric of determination
And is there any reason to expect some non-dual ground of being
And how to tolerate life above ground
In the glare of blank misgiving
The roiling darkness of despair