Friday, 20 April 2018

Acrobat (April)

Assuming that posture wherewith we walk off a cliff she keeps walking towards the thread from heaven she grasps with the confidence one hand commands around a lifeline that lifts her up body and all towards the centre of attention and, when strung lengthways there like a bird of paradise, down again with a skim and curve to just above the level assumed by us, mere timeservers of gravity, our ticket to the circus in our shirt pocket, stamped April this year. Assuming that stretch we make waking up she proceeds with her flights as if she had all day.

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