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Everyone gathers, fastening their bonnets The circus is about to open Take your places Clowns and jesters mount their spheres Balancing life with a practised fear We begin as kids With balls as soft as cotton Every stumble, every tumble Falls into clouds No balance, just laughs out loud The ground never knew our names Red and black diamond skins colours that faded long ago Our faces creased like linen Holding the falls, we never took The stars above burn bright  Soft laughter at what we’ve become Ssh… ssh… they’re here, The ringmaster snaps the silence. We stand, Fastening our borrowed smiles Beneath our feet The spheres whisper our names The skirts flare in the air Like blue bright answers dresses built for motion No rest shall be given dancing as if the floor is lava Spheres, the only fragile proof of safety No centres, Only orbits, A quiet agreement with gravity We never signed.  Unlike our faces, The dresses forget each fold unlearns itself, Each motion erases the last. We...