K-Hole
In the K-hole, faces melt,
Who am I? What cards were dealt?
A stranger laughs, then sheds a tear,
I’m both the clown and overseer.
Time's a joke, it twists and bends,
Am I stuck, or making friends?
Happy, angry—who can tell?
In this carnival of mind, I dwell.
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