Intertwined, carnival going.
As we passed through the various kiosks,
bumping, sliding and violently evading all of the passers by,
I couldn't help but feel this presence all around us,
silent, smooth and insane like was this sound
that I alone could hear ringing and holding in the air
like the stale stench of mildew in an unfinished basement.
Would some kind of deus ex machina speed through
the walls, slime and the stench of conscience spread out
against the sky, and we be saved? We kept moving towards
the giant ride before us.
We took a seat.
We reached the top.
We slid...
...right.....off.
We slid right off.
We opened the gate of our seats and
we jumped right off,
we sublimated against the sky,
vanishing into the screams and sounds of
funnel cakes and balloons passing by,
I never liked them anyway,
and we slid right off.
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