There was a German circus, using holograms instead of live animals for a cruelty-free magical exprience.
An encryption on rock
tore the shore
the pillars of heaven brought tears to the sea.
There was an accumulative crash
where the trough fell.
We have no name for it.
But we are bored of it.
An unwavered sail
bereft of an overcomplication
and a broken seal,
led to that,
led to a smashed shop window.
A parasite lends itself to the
gap in my tooth.
Before that
realising
there was no fault in the system
but my own.
No composition that
led to the lesser of both evils.
Trapped in the for longed standing,
a hat with no coin.
I can opt for a future
greater than my own
and quite possibly
maybe justly
fall on my heel,
with a complicated past
left behind.
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