Today I set myself the goal
Of just cutting the grass and
Calling a friend but a single
Spider's thread like a tightrope
Swaying in and out of the light
Called me to cross the abyss
Of the day my arms outspread
Zigzagging towards the other side
On my left eviscerating darkness
On my right the consuming sun
Where I could survey the uncut grass
And hear the voice of my uncalled friend
Struggling to keep my balance
Between the living and the dead
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