This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.
There is no word net.
You want him to fall, don’t you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.
Ah, this is cool!
oh yeah! love it.
She is so good isn’t she?