Talent

 This is the word tightrope.
 Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts.
 He holds our breath.


There is no word net.


You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.

The word applause is written all over him.

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