Friday, 15 May 2020

A poem

A poem

A high wire without a safety net. ‬
A drum roll, a held breath,‬
    a gasp.‬
‪A lonely walk, high above the mirror‬
‪of yesterday’s lake - below the clouds there is applause, but‬
‪somewhere along the way you lost‬
‪your grip on reality. ‬
‪Now, go back and do it again!‬
‪You fool. ‬

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