I played the carnival clown
blowing hot air into balloons
That would drift to the ground.
And I woke violently
From my waking sleep
Eye contact told a story
Of what he could teach...
So I breathe deep
Drift into my sleep
And accept that this wish
Has been only a dream.
Still frantically I grasp
Almost desperately
Involved and invested
In discovering this being
And the question holds
In what do I believe?
Because I'm feeling quite disowned
And rather publicly.
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