"The Man Who Never Loses His Balance."
"He walks the high wire in the sleep.
The tent is blue, it is perpetual afternoon.
He is walking between the open legs of his mother and the grave
always.
The audience knows this is out of their hands,
the audience is fathers whose kites are lost,
children who want to be terrified into joy.
He is so high above them, so capable
with a single calculated move of making
them care for him that he's sick of the risks
he never really takes.
The tent is blue, outside is a world
that is blue, inside him a blueness that
could crack like china if he ever hit bottom.
Every performance deep down he tries one real plunge off
to the side where the net ends, but it never ends."