Missionary to Sodom
Friday, September 30th, 2005- Missionary to Sodom
Oh, when and where should one begin?
The spinning of the carousel
does marvels to the human eye.
For being in a fatal spin,
what marvels we’ve denied.
The colors of the carnival,
the awful reds and blacks
which flame and foment anarchies,
have brightened in this amber light.
The ponies, on their backs as well…
Have splendored into porcelain,
their horsemen. And the energy,
of all this futile spinning, must
imbue the spirit of a man
with hopefulness. I trust…
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