A dancing string is a strummed and fretted wire
Upon which I perform my own tightwire act.
Balance aloft on shakey footing.
There is no safety net should the string snap.
Freefalling into sound endlessly, a runaway elevator in an interminable shaft.
Heaven is in the drone of sounds in stereo
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writtencasey: i’m sure that you are aware of the genius of Vivian Stanshall (his Bonzo Dog Band endeavours, yes. But also his ‘quintessentially British’ [© D period Ball] & unbeatable ‘Sir Henry at Rawlinson’s End’ radio series from oh-way-back-when-you-were-just-a twinkie [sic]-in-a-eye). Of his passing in 1995, the poet Roger McGough wrote ‘[Vivian] walked life’s tightrope with the safety net nailed firmly to the floor.’ – thus proving at once that poetry & genius & the appreciation of, is a deft & death defying act. Lovely work, as always. nickreeves.
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Wow, thank you. Given much to learn here. Your time is appreciated. Dig it much.
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