Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Top

Balanced on the wire
My feet feel the fire
Of friction endless
Even merciless
Down is disaster
Up is not allowed
The Stratosphere of others
For me disavowed
Here the median
Maintaining heat again
There is but one path
Out -- I know the math
Burn out
Ashes in my mouth
Smoke rises where once denied
While soot falls lifelessly south

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