The production-consumption ration
Still unsettled after all these decades
Intense weight on psyches
And fatigue on internal components

As black as void
As white as all
As dead as nothing
As past as history

Since it is always fiction
Contrived since inception
To be feared when not ignored
Reality is the real god

True as truth
One-quarter of a beat ahead
With full commitment realized
Blissfully floating above human topography