jurialmunkey
09-13-2006, 08:42 AM
Down by the right foot, dripping, lies, a ribbon with ties;
Drenched by the sweat and the blood of your father,
Who could not want you.
Circle like running clowns on a pedestal;
Up high with balance beam harmony.
Celebrate the sound, the silence of the tension
That floats amongst the ground.
A pinnacle at height in gratuitous space,
Treason! The foot quavers,
Looking for the rope, and a reason
Not to slip…
Faltering feet, a few hundred underneath,
The cord comes undone, perspiration laced,
And trembling in the uncertainty that
The two hands one length away will grasp…
Down by the right foot, dripping, lies, a ribbon with ties;
Drenched by the sweat and the blood of your father,
Who could not want you.
Drenched by the sweat and the blood of your father,
Who could not want you.
Circle like running clowns on a pedestal;
Up high with balance beam harmony.
Celebrate the sound, the silence of the tension
That floats amongst the ground.
A pinnacle at height in gratuitous space,
Treason! The foot quavers,
Looking for the rope, and a reason
Not to slip…
Faltering feet, a few hundred underneath,
The cord comes undone, perspiration laced,
And trembling in the uncertainty that
The two hands one length away will grasp…
Down by the right foot, dripping, lies, a ribbon with ties;
Drenched by the sweat and the blood of your father,
Who could not want you.