In the middle of Niagra Falls town
The talking hamburgers, the wax people
The pyramids trying so hard to entice
I walked back from The Guru
With my bindhi masala wrapped up
In a pure white plastic bag
And suddenly noticed the most stunning
Dark clouds above us, hanging like gods
Powerful, intriguing, interested, fatalistic,
And there, so pure and full of fantasy
A giant ferris wheel.
Such angelic beauty,
Such demonic oppression,
And there was NATURE
In its most glorious....
God-made clouds and man-made ferris wheel
And god-man-made soul, mine,
Soaring.
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