Slip Streams
Avoiding earthquakes
on sidewalks,
hill climbing with blind moles,
trekking between
heaven and hell.
All this
while eating
an ice-cream cone
in a midnight furnace.
Lightly
we walk a tightrope
of visibility,
sliding through
an ever reborn
birth canal.
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