May 24, 2012

Bare Souls - Act 3 - The Ringmaster and The Tiger

The crowd stands,
suspended in a transcending moment in time without motion.
Breathing halts.
Hearts pound and are bound,
connecting a dangerous cadence.
Eyes watch, as splinters of light filter down
down through the big canvas top.
Dust particles swirl up, up in the heat,
thick with a tannic odor, metal of a nature unseen,
dropping upon bare souls.

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