Spiral Fantoccini
...
I dream in the dark of a marionette.
The puppet master governs the strings
and I dance on the revolving stage.
A flick of his hand and I take the wall,
a movement of his wrist bends my knee.
I cannot see through wooden eyes
and painted lips too stiff to speak.
I dance his dance, eternal ballet.
Am I his dream or is he mine?
...
I dream in the dark of a marionette.
The puppet master governs the strings
and I dance on the revolving stage.
A flick of his hand and I take the wall,
a movement of his wrist bends my knee.
I cannot see through wooden eyes
and painted lips too stiff to speak.
I dance his dance, eternal ballet.
Am I his dream or is he mine?