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Blah blah blah a poem for every day in April - so I got too bogged down with work yesterday so now I am writing two today... sigh

3 1/2

Fellini as metaphor

but for what?

Eyes growing sore

much too much

Was it size?

Ennui... aussi?

Circus as desire

Maybe, bearded lady

train-wrecked looking back

remorse, but of course

feeling the lack

reunite tonight

with lost anticipation

wild confused child

adult emancipation

free to flee

back into dreams

equal and sequel

self-uniting schemes

old young enfold

in Pagliacci's arms

tout le monde larmes

The End

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