Itís a small world
turning around and around
repeating the same patterns
over and over again

This earth disemboweled
releases a multitude multitude
of competing voices
one silenced briefly another emerging

The pursuit of flight continues
as you grab your own arms tight
and others unseen
cut your ankles cut them

Balancing on a knifeís edge
tilting one way, then the other
life is full of tricks and pits
and falling falling falling

Float high above above and above
as high as you can go
Stay if you can, as long as you can
Cover fear with silence

Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.