Twirling a lunatic’s tightrope
Strangely close
They all pass through
Performing paradox
Nothing left but to linger

Blindly drawing close
Tracing, finding hope
Delicate surfaces
Further leading
On
Ready to slip away

And the waves, over the moon, around our world all blurred at the edges.
Breaks to other brushes
And I shuddered,
Oh we did. Enough to fall
And away.