Transcendental Circus IV: Swimming in Our Four O'Clock Tea

Imagination
Waves its hand of make-believe
Toward a playground where

Fairytales unfold:
Transcendental legends of
Zygotes and grace notes

Dancing in their womb,
Swimming in the tears of sweet
Bedlam's barcarolle.

Laughter of children
Drowns the screams of the sad clown
Until madness seems

Only memory --
Even as it lurks beneath
The surface of sleep,

Haunting birth and death
With festivals of questions.
Rock? Paper? Scissors?

Spot of cryptic tea?



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Renda, Jason Kresge, Mark Degregory, Matthew Ullestad
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