Risky Business

The finest glass ever blown
Shakes and trembles on its pedestal
Distant voices from the past
Call for blood
They know the truth of what I am.
A world quakes
While I play ball in the backyard
I toss it carelessly one hand to the next
Summer beats down on my face
While autumn reigns between my fingers.
We play seesaw on a cliff side
It can go one of two ways.

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