constantly risking
absurdity and
death and
insanity, and
personal immortality
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My Son so
performed His
miraculous acts
with no
safety net, neither
any thing up His
sleeve, nor even a
fire curtain
any where in sight
preferring to walk
a tight taut rope,
a Crimson Clown
as acrobat, not
an acrophobe
He trod
the thin wire of
Faith, like
walking on water