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Dancing on a precipice
Prose or poetry.
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IcarusLaughed

Lizard

Okay, so keep with me.

There was a doll made up of bits and bits of stuffing falling out and ratty cloth

And this doll, sad dull brown button eyes and all,

Was dancing rather solemnly on a garden wall.

So anyway, this tin man-

What do you mean I said doll before?

This tin man, only metal to feel, no heart or warmth at all,

Was searching for something

As he made his mechanical movements,

Slowly, oilessly, searching for moving parts where his were rusting and

This puppet had too many strings holding her, right?

I didn't say tin man, pay attention,

Follow me,

Keep following me.

So they dance and they dance in a little merry-go-round on this well where the only way out is down

And nobody to save them but

Common sense or gravity.

You'd think the reasonable thing would be to jump where it's 'safe', right?

Kiddo...

When are you gonna learn that there is no safe?

Everything is insane, we choose the madness that serves us!

So anyway,

I watched that lizard climb up up up,

Creeping slowly and lazily with purpose and none at all

And I watched it get to the top of that wall and I

Watched it

Jump without any cares- too many cares- all woes

Thrown away and I thought,

Did I just witness that thing try to kill itself or

Was that the coolest reptile I've ever seen?

Skydiving, parkour, what have you?

The thing to learn, the lesson to take away from this is nothing,

You were never really supposed to follow me unless you really really wanted to

Because I'm not here to be your guide, you are and I

Am mine.

Because I'm on my own precipice every day

And for every choice,

There's always more roads somewhere

With only magic and madness to follow...

Why stumble and tiptoe and be scared when you can

Plie and

Do da robot

And cut those strings

And maybe even fly?

Won't know unless you step on off that thing.

Life's a merry-go-round in a tiny bit of something surrounded by a sparkly endless abyss full of somethings.

Be a lizard, buddy.

We might come apart either way.

We'll come apart either way

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