Circus Revolt

For your entertainment only
I’d train the infertile rustle to be your clown,
Tame my anxieties and juggle with my name -
Make it sound like a daredevil or a ringmaster bell
I’d incandescently crawl into the contingent
Giving my anabaptized ascension away
I’d take a journey of countless steps
on a tightrope,
Breathe fire,
Seize the unseized,
Challenge my immature falling
through the silvery passages of a trapeze
in a single day.
For your entertainment
I’d withdraw my doomed fruitless trials,
My dismantled burial stones,
and all the tokens of my sacred homeland
Once these curtained big top entrances
Have become a transparent zone.

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