Reflect
on cobweb funfair truths
memories last
a hand clasped; unfurled
the music plays
in echoes and
distant
space
stripes
mimic
mime
a pattern lost.
Remember. The curtain calls. A mask stares.
up
flies
a balloon
and hard glassy apples
break
it is behind you
defined
waiting
in the cold edges of light.
The pantomime
loops
endlessly
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