a paused exhale beneath
a focus on so many dear things
a kaleidoscope of dearest Loves and tenderest loss
juggled by a clown
now with his bozo crown
he balances on his head
while upside down his menacing frown
is a devilish grin
we perceive truth
through a prism of joy and tears
through years of wrong
evolved to right; here
the clown sneers; speaks day unto night
and the virtue of salty water for thirst
it is a breathless wait
testing sinews of faith
when the people called
in the name of freedom
shall breathe free again
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