I balance on the world's equator—

A silver thread dividing sky from earth,

The last boundary between realms.

Each breath threatens to break

This quantum string.

No safety net spans the void below,

Just atmosphere dissolving into space.

Stretched pole to frozen pole,

My wire writes longitude in starlight,

A meridian of steel.

Motionless, I master stillness:

Hands crossed like fallen wings,

Spine aligned with Earth's own axis.

Night wraps around my wire,

While cities sleep unknowing.

Dawn ignites my tightrope home—

A laser line of molten light.

For one eternal moment,

I am neither earth nor sky,

But something in between:

A guardian at the edge of worlds.