Clown through the fifth life

 The clown is partially obscured
in this our personal carnaval
Your mind a carousel
spinning

the clown's smile 
reflected in the opposing mirrors
The ones that in a dream of folly
represent the eternity

A nietzschean compound repetition
seventy one thousand lives
each mirror a mouth
with eyes with eyes

He's peeping albeit 
most of his face is hidden
Happy eyes
the tents cloth deflates

Too late for exit
Warm like a blanket
Itchy like flea mosquito
humid and balmy

Lost in the womb
The red tent
lost within 
the smell of popcorn and fried hotdogs vanish

ready yourself
for the new bid for life
New take on love
partially obscured for the entire journey

New mother
happy eyes wet and accepting
Clown society rigging failure
Tents collapsing

Face the external euphoria
retreat to the mirrors once again
attempt to Know yourself
Embed yourself in the competition afresh

winning some token animal
Or mug which surrenders to Koolade
Ego to flattery
tongue to sugar

Be reborn here
in this haunting carnaval
where each part of your life circulates each ride
queueing up glum and hopeful

womb warm like an oven
 The cord holds you as you spin round and round
I think I like it
I look out past the ride to where the mirrors stand

I see my reflection
that happy smile
Now the full face and smile is exposed
Thus I am the clown