Rodak's (Illuminated) Writings: Unrated

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Here is an old poem, the images of which were sketched onto the pages of a notebook in ballpoint pen:

Death Is Just Life Made Painless

listen now
there is a spell cast
in the room
whisperings of another voice
disembodied
the voice of the carnival
turning turning
or is it my voice
lost in the wine of a sorry dreamstate
we put down to earth
wings drooping
i can see your costume glittering
in the flash of dying eyes
are we circus folk or angels
or is it just the crowd
growing hollow as the tent collapses
we hear the tigers being
rolled away in their cages

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