Just a Banishing

The erasure of one thing can create space for another. Sugarland beckons, sweet home, where the topiary deer and the piñata antelope roam. Cotton candy tumbleweeds blow upon the incense breezes. Kubla's laugh heard on far has spurred prophesy. And with it, some dread. Do not worry. The clowns with flashing eyes, floating hair, this is carnival land. Banish dread and do inversions. Stretch.