Ode to the falling
A balance beneath the knee.
Tension to the tantalizing tightrope tainted by touch.
Rush into balance and stumble at the last step.
do you dance or do you drop?
how much do you charge?
Batteries souled separately.
Choreography sequenced.
The march of the marked.
Strides in line this waltz through time
left
right
left
right
til nothing's left but right.
