Strings taut ~
the doll twists
just
a single movement
of the puppeteer’s wrist
D a n c e
puppet
D a n c e . . !
nimble hands
orchestrate mischief
sleight of hands
mask the outcome's
aftermath
listen ~
to the music
on the puppeteer’s
strings
Play That Funky Music . . .
D a n c e
puppet
D a n c e . . !
tic toc
tic toc
the metronome plays . .
s i l e n t . .
is the rhythm
of the pendulum’s
swing
i t d r a w s y o u i n
D a n c e
puppet
D a n c e . . !
frantic fingers
agitate
and
twist their charge
tautology
consumed
in misdirection
s t e e p e d
furtive
connivance
D a n c e
puppet
D a n c e . . !
w i t h g r e a t s k i l l
the puppeteer
pulls the strings
movements not of now
quantum duality
in a superfluid
metaphasic
entanglement
substance contrived
w a n g l e d
coaxed
moulded
into a haze
of blind oblivion
a simulated holographic projection
and only I can see
the strings
D a n c e
puppet
D a n c e . . !
guile tattoos
the puppeteer’s hands
aphoristic deception
begild dodgy intent
s h a d o w c h o r e o g r a p h y
the puppeteer
sets the tone
never knowing
t h e p u p p e t e e r
is
t h e p u p p e t . . !
© mingoáo