Fool’s Parade

Death scenes, false, pale dreams

The absurd masquerade, dance

Invisible dress

 

In the great salt flats

Beneath the cold desert sun

Stretched, parched, and naked

 

Alone in the world

Beneath the wide, barren sky

Vultures in the blue

 

Burn me on these stones

Death crone, prophetess, love me

Grain of sand, I am

 

These baked granite dreams

A puppet in strings, living

Marching in the wind

 

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