To Ride the Horse Off the Carousel
by Gerald F. Heyder

Let your imagination be your guide

     Yippee, what fun it is to go up and down and around and around on a painted horse to music on a carousel.
     What delicious joy to be carefree and see the world as a kaleidoscope with all the hope it will never come to an end.
     Oh, to ride this painted pony off the revolving platform into the warm sunshine, and, if you please, a breeze caressing me tenderly to render me into an ecstasy of motion, riding with devotion, never to return to this place to face the completion of the carousel ride.
     What is happening? I can’t believe my mount is snorting and reporting with a whinnying sound and is now separating from the pole to become a whole quadruped of solid, living horseflesh, jumping off this giant revolving cylinder, galloping through the crowd, with people aghast by this blast of fantasy into reality, astounding beyond belief. A psychedelic cloud surrounds us and gently, through suction, we are swirling inside this vacuum, going around and around; to where we are bound I know not. I am mounted on a Pegasus without wings and I can hear singing through angelic voices, and the choice is not of my doing, but I am not weeping, for I know destiny is taking place, and though I leave no trace behind on earth, I know I am ascending to a realm where I will see eternity on a carousel forever, whirling with ecstasy.  Wheeeeeee……