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The circus has come to town once again

I dreamt last night
of silver streams
and raging storms
of saffron shores
and starving beasts
I spiral in and out of sleep
Dizzy, lost, confused, alone
I pace this cage,
wear a path
stretch and strain in the confines of this mind
Wide awake.
A familiar scent floats upon the air…
insidious, treacherous… drifts
through my open window
memories forced to surface
mind infused with sights, smells, feelings:
Of old.
Dare I cross the room?
Chance a glance across the night.
Security, safety,
blankets wrapped tight
warmth
hold me here.
Too late…
To the window I am swept…
Drawn by some unfathomable force
Upon the horizon,
I see:
(heart leaps)
Red, white and blue,
The big top protrudes,
piercing the dead night.
Promises of illusion, magic -
escape.
Haunting notes suffuse the surrounding air
drenched in memory
the music claims;
my soul.
Dare I journey out?
Too late.
I am drawn.
Destiny drags,
wings outstretched,
blind, I fly
like a moth to a flame
I am drawn.
I cannot
dare not resit.
I know (already knew)
The circus,
is back in town.

Costumes,
masks,
bright lights,
drums
beat to the rhythm of our broken hearts.
Outcasts, vagabonds,
gypsies
we drift
from place to place
we don’t
belong.
Minds slaves to meaningless spiralling colours,
circles;
spin
we juggle:
our sorrows
stand on this uni cycle leg.
Each day we paint
thick smiles upon our faces
our palettes bright
hues of glamour and glitter
reflect this hiatus fame
and dressed
we hide,
caricatures of self
our insecurities behind
masks of fire and colour
This minute sequined frame
death defying trick
think –
quick
Brave
elephant riders,
lion tamers,
blind bear, uni-cycle riders
in a suit or a dress,
on our heads
or four legs
We prance,
anthing goes in our world
for we are caged, broken, bent
Caught in limbo
Life’s beauty an act
on a stage of sawdust
and through a hoop of fire
we dance
Parody of peace:
only found
amoungst other outcasts,
broken misfits,
burlesque dancers.
Homeless,
nameless?
We search,
for ourselves amoung the crowd…
They’re cheering now.
They’re calling our names.
My name.
Own the stage,
your moment of meaningless glory beckons
empty you shall remain
destined for an eternity of encore.
I joke, a freak,
you don’t belong.
Except here.
In the circus,
and it has come.
The circus
is back in town.

The circus has come to town once again

Mikyle

London, South Africa

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Artist's Description

Life
is
a
circus
and
we
are
the
next
vaudeville
act

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