16 August 2011


They would have you be
A thousand and one things,
but that is all aside from
what you are.

As if they have somehow lost
the ability to see their own
blind to truth are those
who want to sell your dreams.

Perhaps a puppeteer is somehow a supreme god,
getting high off authority and low off the weight of others.
Others who, with out a master,
are not able to move themselves.

Gimmicks are a poor place
to start understanding
requiring the constant attraction
of fleeting attention.

So if time has you by strings,
one by one cut each lead
chained to the puppeteer’s granular hands— and see
there is no reason, martyr of time.

For you already have the occasion
the juncture, the stage,
to move in your world,
free of trap.