And your slippers take them off

bare feet upon the oiled rope

dig in from the ground up

blindfolded up you go you

are there now go again

straight out it is harmonics

it is your life monochord

your steps modify modulate

at the midpoint feel repeat

the higher octave now again

note upon note the sliding scale

your toes prefigure and sound.

End of the song and a bare wire

far above the echoing throng

with your arm lifted fingers pressed

then back out to smoke your cigar

with brandy in a straight-backed chair

after cooking a sweet omelette

on a portable stove you forget

the salt go and get it then

brandy and a cigar there

leisurely leisurely poised.