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The mountains rose in its climb
 tall and dangerous outcrops created over time
the images imagined of earth and weather unrefined
 and hovering along the cliff's ledge
clung the vision of dismantled countenance and its edge.

A soul longing for solutions
 easily ignorant, disfigured by earth's pollution
where cloud and sun and sky dared ask why
 the laughter and the tears must be cried
in the farce of tragedy and comedy demise.

There aching with regret
 came visions of the circus stretched
when elephants, tigers, and bears
 played freely without a care
and in the background stood the clowns falling down.

The smile to tears once could make all of mankind laugh
 but here at the precipice lay unchanged history cast
the clown, a trickster, the silent harlequin of the past
 edges cautiously along the extending precipice
of the earth disappearing into the dark abyss.



for Kai Michael Neumann's contest
Clown at the Abyss
3/1/2020

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