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Constantly risking absurdity
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making and balancing on eyebeams above a sea of faces paces his way to the other side of day performing entrechats and sleight-of-foot tricks and other high theatrics and all without mistaking any thing for what it may not be
For he's the super realist who must perforce perceive taut truth before the taking of each stance or step in his supposed advance toward that still higher perch where Beauty stands and waits with gravity to start her death-defying leap
And he a little charleychaplin man who may or may not catch her fair eternal form spreadeagled in the empty air of existence
Constantly taking the risk of looking silly and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience The poet, like an acrobat climbs on rhymes2 to a high wire he makes himself and balances on the audience's eyes above a sea of faces walks his way to the other side of the day performing jumps3 and foot tricks and other dramatic acts and all without mistaking anything for what it might not be
For he is the super realist who must necessarily see the tight truth before taking each step in his supposed progress toward that even higher place where Beauty stands and waits with seriousness to start her daring leap
And he a little Charlie Chaplin-like man who may or may not catch her beautiful eternal form spread out in the empty air of being