Paradox Trapeze

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White knuckled claws on the high-flying trapeze

Silence, stillness, peace evaded into the drumming cadence of chaos

Thick black lines glaringly stark against soft bellowing whispers

Stinging hot tears push down cheeks pudgy with rolling laughter

Dusty shadowed footprints mark resilience’s path

Flags of surrender on shores of victory

One last tightening grip

One last stretching limb

White knuckled claws on the high-flying trapeze

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