POEM: Freak Street

In the dim lanes of the circus city,
set wide of the world you've come to know,
some part of a person vanishes -
stripped away in silence and without warning -
and whether that's good or foul
depends on what rabbit-hole you drift into,
how deep you sink,
what hooks you back into the world you recognize,

&
whether that world recognizes you, back.

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