Funambulist
Squeezing a wonderland of raw emotion through an isthmic delight
I giggle and wiggle like a tightening button at a peephole and despite
Twist turns and stitch ups my tack does not come loose at the seam
A dream weaver or seamstress in a flow of full consciousness stream
Until I don't know any longer if I am the needle my eye or the butt
Need slimming down at my round waistline or in two halves I'll be cut
08th April 2020
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