whenever i meet a clown

i am moved, my teeth are seen, my hands flap about, my diaphragm releases

my mind whirs, silence is heard, the mundane-sacred-profane conjoin

my delight can be measured by placing sentence-gesture-stillness-resonance against mind-body-heart-spirit and counting to one h’yup! two h’yup! three…weeeeee:)

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