Search for me in your deepest woes
Do not be gentle with your shows.
For it is not easy to find a locket in the mist
And harder for the trapeze to twist-
and break with truth.
Naivety pirouettes beyond youth.
Circus nature preys and submits in hurdles
Upsets the fragile body with tight girdles.
Blisters shall form lest you be still
But comfort never satisfies the thrill.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Search for me in your deepest woes
Do not be gentle with your shows.
For it is not easy to find a locket in the mist
And harder for the trapeze to twist-
and break with truth.
Naivety pirouettes beyond youth.
Circus nature preys and submits in hurdles
Upsets the fragile body with tight girdles.
Blisters shall form lest you be still
But comfort never satisfies the thrill.
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