He walked upon the high wire. Danced. The slender strand between his toes. The world so far below. Hopes and fears. Eyes gazing upward. The clown his rolling ball and flapping shoes calling him forth. Balance the art of life. Precarious the path. Delicate the foot that treads upon it.
When he fell into the ring there was silence. The trapeze artists slipped down there velvet cords. Draped themselves upon him.
The suspension of disbelief, uncertain.
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