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 time
Into deserts, cacti needles puncture
The thoughts that pride had long solidified
Whisking the townsfolk in wondrous sight
Lifting their grounding through perilous flights
Turning taboo into such glorious insight
Insight