I'm a high rope walker
But I'm not an entertainer
I balance through day
And never dream at night
It's always one inch
To plummet
To fall inwards
Scuttling past the demons
The faces of those who inflict me
Their apparitions shake the line
And they grin as I slip
The rope has no end
And neither in front or behind
Can I see where it began
It seems freedom is clear
To let go and fall inwards
Into my darkness
Into sweet sleep
Perhaps I will live on as something more
Or just an occasional passing memory
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