I want to climb to the stars,
feel the roar
of ovation in my ears.
Let euphoria take over
as my body balances
on the point of a needle
as it sways back and forth across the dial.
Precarious. Rash. Bold.
I am all these things.
As I wake,
I sink my hands
into my jarring heart
and replace the bent, broken cogs
with new ones.