THE POEMS AND ILLUSTRATIONS OF JAN SAND - continued

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                                             CAROUSEL
                                              Jan Sand
The world is whirled in Space And hurled in moving round the place Which centers on the Sun. In golden light is rolled and spun And bowled, this tiny fold In Time, to chase Itself in circled run To heat and crack Its peaks and caves And tumble corpses In their graves Like some berserk psychotic clown Who first builds up and Then tears down. A geoclastic schizophrenic, Artist's eye for the scenic, Makes and breaks In random spasm, Seas and seasons, Crag and chasm, Elephant and Microplasm. Roiling, boiling, coiling, spoiling, Unconcerned for good or bad. Split with lightning, grumbled thunder - Is it really any wonder Humankind is plainly mad?





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