Tightrope Walker
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Poetry
Oblivion comes at a price I will not pay
I look to you every time as I begin words I pray
Rest my weary soul upon this red I lay
As this body of mine grows fatigued by words I tire
Lift me up to your heavens taking me higher
As I begin this tightrope walk upon your wire
Transmit my thought from deep within my desire
I fall and hurt from not seeing my own home
For where does my soul linger where must I roam
Running out of time I slowly close my mind
Trick or treat just to see what I could find
Staring at the sun to see if I’d go blind
Now I give a lot of love to see what I can find.
Date Published
September 2, 2026
By About Time
Clearly you only have to nominate ‘time travel’ as the subject of a writing competition to get people thinking.
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By Marley
Time, for me, was at first just “the clock on the wall” at high school. When is lunch? When will this test finish? And when is home time?
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By Jaivien
Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
ISSUE NO. 27
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By Rain
The decay of an atom indicates that time itself has passed, it is the origin of our concept of time.
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