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Ocelot's Poetry and Songs

	carnival (song)
	in a wonderful, mystical carnival feel the magical, whimsical powerful introspection's impossible, can't you see? for if you despise all the lies what would be? see the beautiful, dutiful clientele twirling round and round cross the ground - round the well numbness clouds the mind - all is fine in this place but what's past the lights? all the sights? is there grace? through the music i can see a dim shape I am wondering where have I seen it before? then through the mist I see a face I know I've only seen when on my knees alone even wonderful, mystical can't conceal or essaying hide - less divide - truths so real but the question that still remains in this place seems so out of reach though some teach love and grace though at carnival I recall eventually what so wonderful, beautiful stands by me so I turn to face my disgrace - just to find though I felt it here yet I hear it's not mine! now I know whom I see. this shape is inside me yes I know where I have seen it before and I see through His eyes. how I bought all these lies yet His scarred hand reaches out to me from this mystical carnival I would flee if this mystical carnival captured me
Kevin Metcalf
2004