puppetry

snipping the strings

that bind and dance

the child who crouches

in the cavern of my heart

is a weary task

our world

inflated with pretense

is not a place

                    but an idea

filled with longing

there's no general construction

no convivial ideal

no amelioration

                       to set

against the prodigal weight

of our collective loss

                              only

this private snipping

Reviews

[Bacchus]

public snipping doesn't do...
just makes for show
to let the child dance freely
or to let it go- I do not know.