Of Two Funambulists
We walked two parallel paths
which never crossed (it was only the math).
Still, we eloped,
Swaying to the same sweet serenade along the ropes.
A wild swish, you fall;
the line between sanity and void is thin.
I know. I hear your call.
You and I, we are of the same kin.
I’ll catch your hand and finish the act.
You hear my wistful sigh,
yet find no reason to give reply.
Therefore I must ask,
What is the difference
Between you and I?
Funambulist: A tightrope walker
