"Roundabout"
mad clown carnival ride
dissonance chants through a pipe organ
and we hear
time uncounted
that same note hit
that same note hit
and we smell the burning of our consciousness
dribbling into a hole that leads nowhere.
a sense of impending crash
as the last of us falls through
and silence hits us like a wall
the puddle starts to reform
disoriented
centering again in itself
when we realise the music came back
mad clown carnival ride
screaming
unintelligible
heard but not felt
warming our body and pushing the mind into
a sweet novocaine daze
time uncounted
that same dull scream
that same dull scream
dissonance chants through a pipe organ
and we smell the burning of our consciousnness
dribbling into a hole that leads everywhere.