On The Rain Roads

Back on the rain roads,

Stung by defeat –

Oh, how it hurts,

Life’s not fair.

Stuck on the off-ramp,

Little left in the tank,

Stuck in the grey masses

Without direction.

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Harlequin and Columbine,
Struggle, again, with Fate:
Their opponent: a rich man,
An opera buffoon.

The masked showman builds a temple;
Worshippers when you enter here,
Pray suspend belief and prejudice.
We can travel the seas of time and culture;
Straight line distance
Can be dismissed
Before your very eyes.