1804
5.342
8.xii.24
the tightwire
obviousness and obscurity
for wise surprise
that’s where
I am
making this
up
nothing worth
saying
no one to
hear
a lot of
things I almost like
this is where
I am up to right now
always over
my own head
must have
been too delving
almost nobody
watching
a pile of
truth under
one might
fall for
keep eyes
fixed up
in case of
sky
here just for
the fun or it
just for a
dance and a song
.
second take –
the tightwire
that’s where
I am
won’t you
join me?
or you could
just watch
I’m making my
way
through a
thinness of air
I mean out of
it
I mean
what do I
mean to mean?
that’s the
question
one end of
this wire there’s nothing worth saying
the other there’s
no one to hear
it’s a trip,
let’s say
a lot of
things I almost like
this is where
I am up
much bigger
than me
the shadow of
doubt
you could say
this all an old trick
I’m misled,
I’m misleading you
yes, always
over my own head
must have been
too delving
almost no one
sees
what I’m
trying to do
I have the
balance beam in my teeth
sweat pours
the rope is
slippery
there is a
pile of truth
far below
you don’t
want to look down though
keep eyes
fixed up
in case of
sky
this is not
for the faint-hearted
one must stay
strong
we’re here
just for the fun or it
just for a
dance and a song
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