The Street Fair

 

A cloud has fallen on the pavement
A horse struggles for air, white

Night, screaming and shouting at the darkness
Arrives in order to murder time

Wearing a mask plated with light beams
Lines up single-file at the window

People moan in their dreams
And fall from sleep to even deeper sleep

There, a stem who has gone pale
Like worn-out despair

Supports the tall sky
An empty city with neither roads nor stars

My thinking is to escape
That pitch-black metal house

Steal away the glimmer of pistons
And burnt-out noise

Retreat into a shallow ocean
Collide into it, get battered to the ground

 

 

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