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Big Top Circus

the curtain opens, eight bells ringing pulled by ropes swinging and each one at a time


fall and collapse round the feet of the onlooking guests coiled in serpentine figure eight


found thyself a 1111111111111111111112 0.....09e3e67 player on the wrong kind of stage


show me the ever prevalent pain it would take to recreate the balance beam shining smile


the abundance of the heart that overflows, comatose, in silent unawareness of actual weight


floating aimlessly, weightless, day's spent, long past the bell tolled, thy soul worn manuscript


in flames at the signing of the name, ancient game, desert slave, the hourglass barely turned


you had time to decide, your eyes, good riddance, she, find thyself no longer dear to me


stop reading, and turn thyself ever so far away, from anything, my hands have ever made


un-gloved, looking glass still dove, bird in flight in the position of a girl, every step closer


you take will take thee so far further away from where you want to be, if not in this life,


the next, this is where the trail ends, and we were really getting somewhere weren't we


openly, your final will & testament, you fail to understand, pain is the price one pains for


alignment, ever more so to every single thought, take away, further escape, write your


own story, and quit hanging round this place, no longer is it for thee, far from seeing


ever further far from the truth of what is within, what amazing timing, what hideousness


to take one thing and add it to, once there was a little girl playing in a street, while we were


while we were working, and she kept wanting attention, and she had an acorn shell and


a flower stalk or something with tree sap on it and an acorn in the other hand and she


she handed me the pieces as if she didn't know what she was doing, and maybe she didn't


she look confused yet I began to understand what she was trying to do or at least maybe


at most what she had stumbled upon, so I showed her how to glue the pieces together and


she smiled and she ran away, and she placed the acorn on the magic stone that was a talking


tortoise in a top hat, and all of time, all of nature, all of everything written in lucid script, all


of all things undulating in mystery, recorded from beginning-less beginning to endless end


ever proglamating upon the coded dance between virtue and sin, pride, avarice, greed,


wrath, gluttony, lust, envy, i would think you know in kabuki theatre when they take off the


mask the show ends, sorry darling, this isnt akin, it's fun to play in the garden isn't it, it is


fun to play the ever retreating naked hand that once was an extended greeting and from


the darkness an ever giving source of acknowledgement, at an ends, and to find thyself on


the other side of the fence, warping to the mind and much easier to say goodbye, applause


falls like rain falls like tears fall like trees fall like streams go on and on and on, into the


nothingness for you, its okay, just a date and a time stamp, a goodbye, an adieu, your


library card please, no more soup, its ok darling, its just forever here without me, and


my our paths never cross, two left feet, and your so rite, on into life, dear, what more could


you ask for, roses, without thorns, thrown in the aires, ever gracefully falling tears, rose petals


disappear, and for your final encore, stunning, a wicked ensemble of a greater tumbling, we


all fall down, to our knees, just I, please, allow me this, think not for a second about it, but


I will say one thing about some things and just to make sure you really understand, I'm


following orders, its out of my hands, although, I couldn't give a, good, goddamn, seek not


enlightenment, find thyself a romance, and fall in, but do not question, this is what you


wanted, and ultimately, it is what God decided, for your betterment, for your great arrival


on the stage, and maybe nothing happens for me, and maybe nothing is forever my plate


yet as this story continues, for eternity, you and I, will never meet again, nor may our better


minds find happenstance to so remind me of your name, grace, and when we get to the


feast, for every dying second to your name shall we, in remembrances most bitter tongue


dripping wet at the salivating thought, that someday you might regret being so nonchalant


about things you must not understand or at most become divided, seek then in your own


light of former lifetimes, and read, read then only what others provide, closed are the doors


to this for thee, and remember, every footfall lashing at the want to fulfill a need for thoughts


greater, who's to say, I wouldn't know, I'm only me, and you are you, and to continue would


be a dangerous walk with many pitfalls, what you seek to find then, must be someplace else


someplace different, some far away mind frame that has nothing to do with me or what I'm


doing here, disappear dear, its far too late now, and it happens now and again sometimes


to play the hand dealt without ever seeing the cards nor face the suit, or in much much lesser


tongues speak lightly tripping realities, you have an hour and then some to erase history


and maybe that was the great reveal at the end, the big vanishing act when she, gracie, in


dramatic equipoise, armed to the teeth in wit and valor, clever as the cat scratch fever trap


it makes no difference now what you do, to me, because clearly the sign post says, welcome


to my website, read at your own risk, follow not I if thee find thyself to slip, and in slipping


slide, electric kiss, lightning hits, at the crossroads of the path of the black god of death


if you'd like to be an initiate, find thyself a poison grail and sip from it, for many a long year


horrendous tears, aching pain, deadened hand to the skin ripping ripening of thought


some are so chosen to be made examples of, wherefore art thou so enlivened to be ever


drifting leaf, downstream, fairy wings, dance yourself into a frenzy for all things lost never



you are never to return now, to here, nightengale


to you gracie, from loves immortal crook

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