POEM: The Fair Midway [PoMo Day 29 – Symbolist]

midways announce themselves at a distance
jangly music discords with organ toots
arc lamp light and spastic dancing colors
but i find myself there dream-style swift

my disorientation is complete
i can't tell color from sound / it's all loud
nothing is in focus because all is in motion
neon red is a shard of electronic music

my eyes dart about looking to rest on something painless
my ears try to hold just one tune from the cacophony 
twinkly music runs my spine as I wonder how a god
could deal with all the voices, all those voices, at once

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