Either he has grown weary of his circus act;
Or that he has reached the end of his rope.
So perhaps there is no more vertical climb to make,
no more tricks for his audience
who feeds on his Hope.
The magic hour has ceased suddenly
And the glamour that has all men beguiled
Falls away like the guises at a cheap masquerade,
Revealing the truth beneath
his ornamental smile.
Maybe he knows his game is up
And to climb downwards, he does not dare.
Thus seeing no more amusement, the impatient
Crowd disperses; leaving him
Suspended,
In mid-air.
---- 5th june 2004.
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