The Poetry Vault

From December 5, 1997:

What do I know and should I tell?

Unsure in my stability

Lending no calm to shaking

Trees

Shake!

As I pass along

Both sides

Balancing on a tightrope

I must concentrate

I must concentrate

See nothing else

But this tightrope

So taut

So tense

So fragile

Yet strong enough to hold me

I hope

Don’t let me fall

Don’t let me fall

All I see is you

Tightrope

Black is all else

The crowd cheers

I hear naught

They need me to complete my task

To help them

They need me to make it

For them

If I fall I die

What will they do?

I can’t fall

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