The circus has come to town and you are lucky to have been introduced to the guy with the big flat shoes.
Boy, are you the lucky one.
He smiles; he beckons. The hairs on your neck stand up. You recognize him. He is your long lost father. How could he have known?
Does he know you? After all, you have grown.
When you last saw him you were, how old?
The tent is hushed. They know something is in the offing. The high wire beckons. You climb. The wires bite into your fingers. These shoes weren’t meant for climbing. How are you going to get down? Where is the safety net – it was there a moment ago. Time to show you are a man. But you are not a man – you are a kid.
You tremble.
This is how it was meant to be. All those dreams were leading this way. You are the one.
He falls. The net is there after all.
The muse asks: Do you want to find out more?
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Intriguing and enigmatic. Like a baby bird being pushed out of the nest. The fall into-? Selfhood?
I don’t know: It hatched itself.
It hatched itself.
Hmm…
The article was intriguing. The comment was enigmatic.