Suspended in Air

Supported by the clouds,
anchored in the air,
arched towards the heavens.


I dangle from the beams,
trying to find a balance.


I waver to and fro,
teetering and tottering,
so close to the edge.


I am pulled by the tension,
my feet in suspension
floating above the abyss.
My steps are uncertain,
slow and ummeasured.


Such a expansive span
left to overcome,
but I keep going.

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