Lonely, Foolish Clown

Softly, quietly, crying alone, there is nothing
to cry for, nothing wrong, the strange feeling
in my heart, the black emptiness in my mind, all
part of an illusion not meriting remark, not to
be mentioned anywhere, the world is order incar-
nate, all we have to do is align with it, all
of us, lining up, becoming aware of the perfect
situation in which law of attraction is bringing
us all we desire as long as we are on the same
wavelength as the things we want

I’m on no wavelength at all, lost in space, free-
falling amongst stars, not part of the beautiful
harmony everywhere, the golden threads of the
tapestry in my head turned into electrical wires
conducting a current of red despair, not allowed
anywhere, only positive settings can be admitted,
the lower notes must be hidden, press down on
irrational feelings, bury them, everyone, only
reveal the surface all polished and shining,
only allow what is required

What is required isn’t there, only the lonely
depression of a foolish clown…