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Cirque du Soleil

Most circuses, I cannot go,
I've been, but cannot remember smiling,
Those grimaced faces, proud
of their authority over beautiful beasts.
Let them go! Let them go!

No, wait!

They'll get hit by cars or screamed at
for their innocent tramplings,
looking for sustenance, their terrain,
a likeness to nuzzle, to stand beside,
or run and jump, free.

But this circus, I can go,
Cirque du Soleil, acts so beguiling,
my face, amazed, in the crowd,
Human performance beyond all limits,
May I go? May I go?

What date?

Those jumping, twisting, acrobats,
With lights and music in each ring,
I'll hold my breath, my neck, I'll crane,
to not be moved would be a lie,
fantastic time, a guarantee.

But if perchance the answer's no,
There is that circus life will bring,
Things we do to break the brow,
Hide the sun, cause to grimace,
Bring you low? Do you know?

Like bent out of shape from bending over backwards,
jumping through hoops or tied in knots,
Climbing the walls and stretching ourselves to the limit.

Yes, like they say, life is a circus.

ampoule, January ThirtyFirst, TwoThousandEight