Open, I see that what was
Is, no longer.
What resides instead
Is a composure,
Comprised
Of balloons.
Carnivals..Fantasies, ...
And delicate affairs,
Ever to be tampered with,
'Til the cat" loses her sight.
The cages hold beasts untamed...
Things we can not name or claim,
To be domesticated.
Balloons Pop.
Don't get too close to the cage.
Balloons pop.
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