The Tight Rope

My brain went swimming

In the rapid river

And came to the stagnant pool.

 

Change comes and goes,

In bulking flows.

A million degrees at a time.

Surprise surprise

And your life

It isn’t.

 

I see gunpowder flash

A scream of terror

And I smell scorched flesh,

If you listen closely

You can’t barely hear,

A whisper of things to come

 

We are all just glass.

I swear.

Just glass and icicle dust.

A nudge away from oblivion,

And a single call

Can change it all,

Pathetically human of you.

And just when a smile starts

It comes and away with the wall.

And so I tell you, friend

Don’t close your eyes.

 

A witless child remolded.

Add concrete to his feet

Until he’s tall enough to pass for a man,

Then throw him in the middle.

Make him lose

Punch holes through his infant heart

Break off his ribs and stab him with them.

Let him learn as only a fool can

Let him hurt let him suffer

Let him scrape his knees and break his arms.

He will cry and shout and beg and scream

He will fight to float.

And in the end when he comes out,

We will look for the light.

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