a falling safe
that makes no sound
the painted x plain on the ground
the foolish mark in swaggered stride
but half a leap from his demise
cannot help but take
another step
the candle positioned
beneath the rope
fraying strands
wisping smoke
and with a snap
the line goes slack
a falling safe for skyward eyes
scared to live for fear they'll die
standing on
a clearly painted
x
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