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November 21, 2001 - 6:17 p.m.
Today I felt like writing a poem about the circus. It's not even about how I hate the circus. At the Circus (Um Zirkus) � �� � � � � � before, � � � � you will feel hiding� � � � you will feel flagella�� � � � you will feel my boisterous. man�� � � � you will feel your own tiny hand climb up a safety rope, audience � � � � � � �� � � � � � � � �during,
� � � � no longer mattering about you, the world at micro in trapeze radiates the agony of the make-up and the infantileblue lycra wrapping their skin; never quite sinking in and they wish. they might as well have painted tears on their faces
�� � � but you will want to join: become a curving boy wedged in them
�� � where: you�re not sure yet
�� �� � swing-low: � � � � � � :-)beatitude� � � � afterwards, � �� � you will feel whirling top hats for days on end
AND IT�S SIMPLY NOT MY FAULT you came!
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