to march on the edge
with balance as your foe
and eventually,
your trusted friend;
like a cat
that never lands
on its back
even with buttered toasts
and a crippled foot.
“It’s alright
if you really have to
spread both your arms
and walk on tip-toe.
It’s fine
if you don’t mean to
pray to anyone
who can help you.”
But in the end
they’ll never tell
how deep
the fall will be
and so, don’t just raise
a leg—break it!
Fuck destiny, and jump
hoping there’s a haystack
under the rabbit hole to
Wonderland.
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