Ropes

Mad circus of acts trapeze under me hanging balancing every moment every segment of this act, I keep looking down revert up high every blink takes me higher where there's no lie,only sky. Static trapeze; I dance emerged, exposed, levitated, reincarnated. I must reinvent this time with a little bit of rhyme, manifest effortless grace. . you know,I keep my flow and begin to grow but furthermore I hold on to the very end I drop without letting go. I understood my strength and the ropes support, one slip and I fall,no net to save me.