Fellini Frolic

(A subjective view: Juliet of the Spirits)

A moment to gaze through Gauze

Before assaulting the color sense.

Delicious Hazing at the sacred Pyre.

Enough of midnight courier titillation.

Exorcismic exhortation

Of a long dead lover

Blindfolded in sleep

To the importance of time.

From floor to ceiling

Sliding, in and out groping

Reflected into the arms

Of an almost lover

Almost death

Awakening to ancient alarum.

(Hobble with me Grandpa

I must walk before I fly)

Hidden senses telling two truths too many

an unexplained twitch

spelled by a holy witch

Whispering into cauldrons

Of flesh and fear.

A head full of ears(no one else hears)

A mind full of eyes

(The past never lies.)

An old man keeping pace

Roman soldiers

Christian martyrs

Gracelessly being heard.

Protesting twitters of authority

Believing

Only the truth shall set you free.