Carnival

Part I

The light movement
Flashes and presents the world
With a saturated existence

The spinning takes apart
The need to focus on this, on me
Carrying further without distance

Dark crisp air
Frenetic with the motion and light
Dew gathered on the sleeping

Rust began to nip, creating
The patina of use and decay
Touching, finality played out
Among the lotharios and glassy eyed

Clinging to the underneath
Flitting from view
The horses can’t escape
Caught in the repetition

Frozen
My hands glide on the surface
Polishing the memories
To the barely perceivable finish

I follow the line
That follows me

Swirling among the deviants
Crossing red shoe again and again
Footing becoming steady with this tide

The air is tinged with lost youth
A chance to ride again and circle without feat


Part II

So isolated and perfect
Huddled in black
Swinging hair and glimpsing back

The eyes follow and spin on
Seemingly repetitive, but more so
Caught and held

The movement stirs within
Closer to the core
The stars pressing
Swinging up

The mystery is still a mystery here
Unobtainable, farther from the words
Mute articulations
Grasping at the night, hugging closer

The pattern re-emerges
Spinning and light
Throughout within

Cycle
Cycle
Cycle