I used to be addicted to
the hi-wire, balancing
high above
the street
in bare feet on the long
string of
steel.
with pole in hand,
wobbling, as I walk
step after step
towards the other side.
it was exhilarating,
the fear,
the adrenaline,
the possibility of death.
or of success.
it's hard to stop
once you begin. the dopamine
is running like
an open water
tap in your veins.
some crazy love can
be like that.
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