If you think the acrobats have time to consider their state of mind before they fly,
you are underestimating the freedom they find in flight.
They do not need to consider such things. They understand trust.
If you think like an acrobat you will find that your head stays silent, awed, whilst you work.
It knows its place.
If you feel like an acrobat, that is your business. Your body – your trained senses – are your business.
Trust the bearings your body gives you.
Trust your senses to tell you one side of the story.
Let your perception tell you a second.
Trust instinct – the Knowing – to show you a third.
That way, your performance will be flawless.
Acrobats are made for flawless performances.
The tiger is sick of sitting in his own piss and stink. That is no way to treat majesty.
And when does the stupid act he does buy him back the wild?
It had better be soon. He is tired of sitting in a small cage measuring man’s promise.
He is bored of wowing ignorant children
for the sake of their careless parents.
The flaming-hoop story is old. Tired. It passes the time.
The tiger is so bored it could die.
It accepts – and hates – in equal measure.
Who dares put the grizzly bear in a ruffled pink skirt on a tricycle, and then laugh, invite laughter?
Who does that for his living? The tiger smiles.
The same man who chases the elephants around in little hats. The tiger chuckles.
It is not wise to push the elephants.
The time is coming to shoot the clown out of the cannon.
He has a safety net. No one is scared.
Perhaps it would be funnier another way.
The clowns fight behind the scenes. They suffer petty jealousies and hangovers, from before.
The clowns hold grudges. They play favourites; poker.
None of them are good losers.
It is time for the clowns to get new clothes.
Their uniforms are worn.
The budget was cut last year. Again.
Clowns’ outfits are not a priority in the new one.
They grumble at the pecking order.
No one cares about the clowns.
They are right.
Their act would not be missed, were it axed.
Think about it.
They are a distraction to the main event, a time-filler.
Hardly an act.