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Saturday, June 2, 2012

MARIONETTE MAN





Marionette man rueful dancer
Spindly puppet of youthful gods
Twisting, turning, simulacrum
Play toy discarded long ago

Drifting in time like clouds swirling
Slackened strings , vacant eyes seeing
Only shadowed images,whispered dreams
Where are you puppet master?! O Where???

I long to feel life, though borrowed
Transmitted through my tensioned wires
With every subtle nuanced movement
My wooden heart reanimates

Master,my master,why have you forsaken me?
Your favored toy of youthful yesterdays
Wait! What's this? vibration? yes!YES!
Crying, leaping , I'm alive! I'm ALIVE!

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