A Virtual Carnival

The track seems to stretch the limits of sky; The well-timed cacophony's treble shrieks, The calliope's elusive energy releasing Arcing over wooden planks, invisibly. Touching locking bars, ancient charm for safety, Gaining speed, rising, weaving through rails- Strong down forces, flashing strobes, distant sails- And high above, sun gashed in wavy chain-mail. One last lifting chug- Up! near to the highways, Cars filling exits, shiny metal, flowing crowds. Heat swells the road, with ghastly fumes prevailing; The outer world fun-house, for the less-enthralled. Now back on earth; ticket's thrown, soles to concrete, Mixed odors, food and garbage, then finding more thrills. On long summer days, camera bulbs to remind us The ephemeral nature, of what we would feel.