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THE INFINTE CIRCUS
THE INFINITE CIRCUS
(T. Beechey)
Look into the eyes undisguised by wisdom
From which is emptied the need for freedom
The screams have tapered,draped in the fragrance
Of society's sins in the infinite circus
The depths are shallow in the hallowed embers
Of unrehearsed sorrow and tomorrow remembers
What time has forgotten as taught in the sequence
Of endless spins through the infinite circus
The infinite circus
Emerges in fragments
In the essence of man
But can we condense
The pages unwritten
With each bit and reference
That's consensed again ---
The infinite circus
Caught in the rapture of permanent anguish
Wishing for closure while,in currents,we languish
Drifting beyond the bonds of acceptance
In the distance begins the infinite circus
Swept up in the fury of impure intentions
Unmentioned yet known to one's own dimensions
Kept im seclusion,refusing to surface
Suspended within the infinite circus
The infinite circus
Before us has started
In the heart of dreams
Whose themes are uncharted
The measures between
Each scene has grown less
Confessions are thin
In the infinite circus
