Sacred Clown

Is that a boundary I see
or a new vista just for me;
a new world where I can be free.
Seems to me it’s all the same;
at end of day, what’s in a name.
Mayhaps it is the Tricksters game;
life needs to have it’s share of glee
a place to run to not to flee.
A place of wisdoms high degree;
a place where there is never shame
in making the world less the same
‘cos life is sometimes far too tame.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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