We are to give ourselves to dangers.
We are to give ourselves to strangers.
We are here to grasp that loose rope,
evasive trapeze of entangled hope.
Safety comes from meticulous eternal reverse,
black and white balance, from flipping the curse…
Face windward, tack your tact,
Perform a corner-reverser act.
We’ve avoided effort and peril
to convey to be god and devil.
Technology may confuse
the hand with its use.
Grasp your rope, careless of the height
Get ready to stumble like air for the tight.
