at the circus i burned
the apple cart
i kicked apples
in people's faces
i broke all the rules
and i missed the cart
the circus left without me
as i slept
i woke to empty streets
and i wept
i wandered interlocking fields
like vincent van gogh
at night a million stars
looked on silently
god should have admired
my bravado
but there is no escape
even in the attempt of escaping
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