I wonder how close to madness I can
dance,
the threshold like a line in the sand,
in a high stakes game of tug of war.
And I feel it tugging on me,
a dance partner on the other side,
hand outstretched asking for one more.
And if I take her hand,
I will cross that threshold,
to spin and swing about with her.
Until I accidentally spin her across,
and she becomes nothing but paper,
leaving my mind spinning with my own
words.
-Zero
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