we cling to a long length of rope
clockwork dolls, smiling dogs,
crazy girls with Pixie hair,
pulling ourselves skyward
towards the constellations,
paintings of naked Greeks,
and the greatest of beasts,
we cling to a long length of rope
swinging from the light side
to the dark side & back again,
a rotten heart at the end
of knotted piece of twine,
we cling to a long length of rope
with fields of despair at our feet
& a dim sense of bliss above,
we cling to a long length of rope
too scared to let go
too  tired to climb further,
with the laughter of perfection
yammering at our ears
 
 
 
  

 

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