A sad Circus

A sad piano
A clown is sad

hiding his face in the sand
under the sun
a girl is weeping

the monster within us is still sleeping

I hear the whispers of your heart
dreams are over welling my eyes treebank

then you are sitting by the river
your heart was eater by a beaver

and you are weeping

eyes that are sleepy
ears overhearing and dazzling moments in the cold
someone is missing under the snow

missing the moment of a distant summer
the crowds the bullets of a blurry number
in the notebook of a soldier
fighting again her own war
A war internal
In a distant sun

And I am weeping

images come
images go
memories come and do not let go
they grab your hand and screw it on the floor until you break into tears and

Glorious is the moment when breaking your own wings
you manage to fly under the sea

The sea of glory
The sea of forgiveness
of a distant memory

Who else is weeping?

A lament for joy for happiness for gold for sapphire eyes rolling over the floor until the center of the universe and crawl eternally and flow through waterfalls and rivers to the sea or eternal weep. A lament for my heart. Ruby red. colors on the sky. shinings everywhere
Stardust
we all are
stardust in a point close to the sun

part of the sun
and we are still weeping
missing the sun

The sad clown comes back in. picking up her dirty clothes into a bottomless shame suitcase. Pandora's box should be ashamed and Aladin's genie should get lost if they knew what this suitcase was carrying.

if they only knew
They would not dare to talk
They would not dare to dance and shout and sing and fight and try and fly and get away with it so easy. No they wouldn't. All the fairy tales would then shut up and sit and think and drown within an existential crisis and they would all become a very sad circus.

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