Tightrope

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She walks the line—

until the spiral intersects
interjects

until Eshu rolls the dice
and Ganesh laughs
at the outcome

until the glitch in the matrix
the trick of light
the déjà vu
the “who are you, really?”

until the spectre coincides
conspires
with past lives
and roads leading
elsewhere

until
breath weaving
a web of song—

she steps off.