she's slipping softly swaying
on ropes of restless reposition
Windy whispers worry in
tugging toward terrific turmoil
or blissful brilliance brightening
perched precariously
trembling terribly
right where she belongs
How long can she hold
when falling in failure feels
easier?
Jumping justified
ending errors eternal
But she holds haphazardly
knowing nothing
but the wire on the wind
taut between two extremes
Holding hands
heavenward
Allowing arms
to anchor ambition
Focusing feet
to follow forward
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