Gimmicks

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.