circus

Look at this tightrope
Where one balances a narrow strip
Between appraising the talent
And gasping at the stupidity of that one move

Look at this trapeze
Where one swings from lofty heights into spurts of athleticism
From stationary to kinetic
Yet I haven’t really seen the movement in action

Look at this parade
Where one marches proudly and displays one’s ornaments
But that glitter is blinding
Not to the crowd, however, never to the crowd

Look at this unicycle
There’s only ever room for one
And in this circus of the individual
It seems to be the precedent set