You balance yourself on the edge of a blade
And float along taunting it.
There’s a trust in your tools rarely possessed.
A calmness that transcends upwards
In a slow trickle from the tip of that sheer streak
To the whites of your eyes that look at me and scream…
…but I promise if you teeter there, you won’t fall.
Please just look at me a little longer.
Look at me and realize I’m looking back.
Look at me and let me balance with you.
Please just look at me.
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