I found myself staring
down a long cobbled way.
I saw heads and bodies
array upon array.
The clowns just dance onward
ceaseless ministrations.
Their grimaces contort
in grim deathly fashions.
The jugglers carry on.
Their daggers cut the air,
their fingers combing for
all that was never there.
The dancers pass me by.
Their slim bodies glide through
the wind that still haunts them
of things that they once knew.
The mimes are always there,
speechless, they are asking
their questions nobody
has bothered answering.
The ringmaster rises
and forces forth a smile.
His dreams, for the meantime,
must slumber for a while.
And thus I awaken
and thus I comprehend
my duties that pierce me,
my emotions that rend.
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