There is something in the emptiness of words
That is intimidating.
Like a ghost you hear or the angels that guide you…
Wanting so desperately to know them directly but fear calling their names…
What if they are real?
The circus arrived.
Not out of need or want but necessity.
Necessity….as the bones gone dry turn brittle and disappear..
We churn this magic into a living.
Into a mystery.
Into screams and howls,laughter and levity.
Organ music and
the wind like whispers of days past
to return to their source
by way of cold blood.
Seven dollars
heart race
Draw back your curtain……
We are waiting…..
for you….
Come in…..