Trapeze, Pt. 1

Lumber knees knocking on wood (together). Or, in other translations: From an uncomfortable height. A child circled above Tio Loco's shouting head. "¡Helicóptero!" The bird still alive with buckshot in wing given to gravity.

V: & that is?
E: Pinprick X 90 million, down instead of in.
V: That heavy?
E: Yes.
V: Will I be?
E: That’s for Old Man Later to tell, but he lost his voicebox in the drought. It’s a standard from outside of Fable: he who, voiceless, knows but cannot speak.
V: The opposite of Buddha?
E: No, that’s he who speaks but will never know.

The world, widened, no longer differentiates between up and down, to fall and to stand. Only one rope. You have no choice but to remain on, fish somersaulting around you.

V: Is that what womb means?
E: Only babies know. Ask the cord before it’s cut.