The Marionetteer
Fields of power, a web in space,
The most basic desire, the animal urge,
thin strings from the head, to the body and soul.
Caged like Pinochio, on Shakespeare’s Great Stage,
up from the dark room, the soft laughter of God.
All humanity dances, in unison each step,
mindlessly spinning, perfect balance and form
Faceless and formless, infinite and eternal,
the Great Marionetteer, directs every step
step
