a train on the tracks
arm with curiosity
against the thought of any who
might want me off the rail
with curiosity, and with whiteness,
with innocent and smiling brightness
walking closer still to read
"barnum and bailey"
"the greatest show on earth" it says
as I walk on balancing
focused on ahead, and so
forced to ignore the circus
heading to a movie night
on the snowden docs, the shadows
of intentional complexity
for confusing citizenry
I'd think of it as Vonnegut
but the circus makes it Bradbury
and I'd say that it would be alright
for there's so many pages left to read
but there's too many pages left to read
to say it ends in light