Between a wink and an earthquake
life’s a dicey destination,
your fate- a roll of the dice!
Each breath a risk, each sigh a gamble.
That killing ground
between dawn and dawn is an infinite playground
for a finite being.
You’ve got your makeup on clown.
Put on that red nose-
the impresario is about to call your cue!
Let’s face it:
We are, each of us
hapless Harold Lloyd
50 stories up
clinging to that whirring timepiece for dear life-
grasping that minute-hand
as those horizontal markers of time
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