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Notes from the Tightrope Tap Dancers

When you started this game
You were on top
Of the world, of his shoulders
Tap dancing along his bones
While he stood there silent
While I only saw the beauty
Of your dance
And his pose
But did we look down
To see the Fates'
Thread he stood upon?
And did we hear laughter?
They're at it again
'Cause you're both fun to torment
So to them it's a joke
Or worse just a game
And now that he's slipping
And now that you're falling
You see tides are turning
You've tapped through his flesh
So he's thrown you off balance
So you are in his dance
Of twisting and falling
For now you're both floating
But the floor's rising
And soon you will crash
But if you had noticed
The pain you were causing
The blood on your shoes
The blood from his shoulders
Through his blue and gray t-shirt
White soles on red pain
And if he had cried out
Said he could not hold you
You could have dismounted
Balanced the thread
Cursed the Fates
But instead he is bleeding
Still he laughs softly
For you fall faster
He'll see you crash
Just before him
The Fates will be dancing
They'll win at their game
For you will both tumble
Lie dormant and broken
Until they turn their gaze again
And then you'll take me
Dance on my back
As I bend over
To piece him back together
You don't think I'll slip
back to the highway that never ends
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