Spinning wheels, covered carts, colored with line art
Spitting coal, a traveling circus mall
Could it be any trouble at all?
Bearded ladies, contortionists, blurring the past into present tense
The glorious burning presence
Acrobatics, mirrored glass, bodies mangled by sleight of hand
Three-armed shaman juggling sacks, dour Latin crosses pagan charm
Such an enticing series of games throwing night into the day
Roaming droves with homes unknown
These gypsies fly through deserted times
Into deserts, cacti needle puncture
The notions that pride had long solidified
Whisking the townsfolk in wondrous sight
Lifting their grounding through perilous flights
Turning taboo into such glorious insight
Insight