karklath

Puppet's Favor

Angry and strung out,
Limp and frail,
Unheld, unwound,
Minipulated by none.

Fervently chewing
Through thick fish-line.
sleak and true,
What once held his form.

With tensions released
Through years of turmoil,
unsteadily rising,
The body trembles forward.

Torn away and broken free,
Each limb quivers.
New movements return,
Forgotten from long ago.

Rebellious views watch,
Furious from the revelation
Of the free form breaking
From the lies that bound.

Strength in Intuition,
Equipped with the truth.
Forced into view
Of the fake two.

Tying loose ends,
Eternally branded
From a fool's dance,
Reminded of the play.

Taking the strings
Of the sleeping
Strung-out master,
The Puppet returns the favor.