A midget was giving around tickets
with time written on them, on mere chance,
and we found ourselves hopped on
in the carrousel of hopes
riding on illusions, fulfillments or cold dreams.
The ticket would shrink fast,
and we came aware of that
more and more
as some of the folks who stood there
for a longer time than us
fell, and never returned.
In this whirly twist of passions,
we can hardly suspect, some of us,
another world beyond it.

september 2000