Time moved among them like the
silence of death. The road rushed
past them like a dream remembered,
forgotten. The carnival arrived
and pitched its tents where darkness
had been. Music and animals and bought
things promised no ending.
A thousand ponies danced in their
portion of grass bordered by white
fences that spoke only of laughter.
Everywhere the dead walked with a
mindlessness secured by bright shoes
and the innocence of folded calendars.
Clowns borrowed from other worlds
turned sorrows into the sweetness of
confetti and balloons that only passed
There was a peacefulness through the
galactic plane that boded well for
earth, its small occupants lingering
by the ticket booths of dark secrets.
Love was in the air waiting only
to be touched.
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