vainglorious walks a tight-rope
blindly grasping, feeling the nothingness
above, behind, and below her.
dont look at the gap within her.
pigeon steps and fills the gap,
all her life filling it with jasmine
the aroma which crushes her soul
sends her fleeing into the tormented misfit - someone she thought she wasn't
never to be again. But she is.
vainglory and the wire
ever poingant, the fall
the death of the circus - the dream of the free
look down, but don't look in.