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Somewhere
between thoughts and actions
I have lost myself
I limbo,
arms outstretched,
under the weighty pole
The pole
does not own me, hold me,
but everyone is watching
It is not
the pole, it is not the people -
it is my own pride
Smile. Freeze.
Let all the flashbulbs pop
so that everything looks up to par
To stand
is to topple the balance,
to ruin the unspoken spell
So
my back is breaking
under the strain of this pose