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I found you, cast away in the shadows, hiding from the laughter, of those painted clown faces I found you, on the rooftop sat with your arms, clasped to you, wrapped around Searching through the crowd blinded, the lights of this crazy, maddening fairground Colours forming, moving the Northern lights, blazing blues, green, pinks, yellows Kids and lovers, screaming the Matterhorn spinning, a frisbee gondola swinging Midsummer Fair, a fresh green common distracted, I turn, the Midnight Express decorated, loosely dressed women and men Axles rattling in and out Ferris wheels, bumper cars, waltzes Ray Davies playing, side stalls and games Rubber ducks hooked, fathers shadowing ***** misplacing baskets, a high strike to the bell in among mirrors, I now find myself reflecting A cacophony of sounds, noise music of Bob Bradley penetrating these convex mirrors, movers and shakers I pace past drag queens, circus freaks footsteps moving in timely accord the Helter Skelter, confused, disorderly haste I am the whirlwind, climbing outside the spiral tower, to the top stars and constellations above At its peak, I see you you've climbed onto the rooftop again I always found you here hide and seek, morphed into children's games of sardines I find you, you have hidden I stay with you, until we are found Together. © Sia Jane
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Midsummer Fair
I found you, cast away in the shadows, hiding from the laughter, of those painted clown faces I found you, on the rooftop sat with your arms, clasped to you, wrapped around Searching through the crowd blinded, the lights of this crazy, maddening fairground Colours forming, moving the Northern lights, blazing blues, green, pinks, yellows Kids and lovers, screaming the Matterhorn spinning, a frisbee gondola swinging Midsummer Fair, a fresh green common distracted, I turn, the Midnight Express decorated, loosely dressed women and men Axles rattling in and out Ferris wheels, bumper cars, waltzes Ray Davies playing, side stalls and games Rubber ducks hooked, fathers shadowing ***** misplacing baskets, a high strike to the bell in among mirrors, I now find myself reflecting A cacophony of sounds, noise music of Bob Bradley penetrating these convex mirrors, movers and shakers I pace past drag queens, circus freaks footsteps moving in timely accord the Helter Skelter, confused, disorderly haste I am the whirlwind, climbing outside the spiral tower, to the top stars and constellations above At its peak, I see you you've climbed onto the rooftop again I always found you here hide and seek, morphed into children's games of sardines I find you, you have hidden I stay with you, until we are found Together. © Sia Jane
"Helter Skelter" takes its name from the much older adverb meaning "in confused, disorderly haste"
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sia-jane
English
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
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