This here, an ending;
we strode out together into the nightfall
and let the darkness swallow us whole
pressed our hands up against the patchwork of stars
so that by midnight there were no lights
with which to find our way, stumbling
brave and bright through the ashes of a carnival
we once together burned
in a selfish search for one another
I look back and see them all
clowns and crows and circus dogs
racing through the ruins we left behind
trying to recall ever asking for you
to kiss my hands, devour my heart; yet
here I am with the memory of you
burning as a ghost against my flesh
And the knowledge, the bitter knowledge
that this together was as far as we could go
To The End Of The Fucking World
only takes you so far
I'm still waiting in the empty grandstand
Big Top tent a moth-eaten mess
falling to pieces around the shrapnel
of every life we couldn't live together
and when my hands come together
for the applause, I never know
if the trapeze act would have been so wonderful
if it hadn't ended in the fall.
The Trapeze Swinger
Par gremlinteeth
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