Monday, March 14, 2005

   The Acrobats
The acrobats sway and bound
Chaotically
Yet controlled and graceful
My eyes darting to trail their agile motions
Hypnotically
Drawing me in

My mind strains
Searching
Looking for their passion
The justification for their alluring dance
Wondering
Burrowing deeper

I search in vain
Knowing
Realizing they are mere puppets
Following the ringmasters every command
Blindly
So ignorantly

My hate swells
Building
I storm from the stadium
Bursting down the beaten path leading from the lone structure
Panting
Brimming with hate

I wait in darkness
Distraught
Engulfed in those who obey
Perpetually following the whims of those in power
Stupidly
Their own judgment vanished

I return to the auditorium
Reluctantly
Deserted for years past
The walls crumbling as I survey the grounds
Remembering
Going back

The acrobats sway and bound
Chaotically
Yet controlled and graceful
My eyes darting to trail their agile motions
Hypnotically
Drawing me in







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