Who's pulling on your strings Tugging one leaving slack to follow Parading inadvertently Shadow box play-thing All tangles & imagination
Marionette
dot matrix
Blue blue shiny ball, Now here hanging in the sky; Impossible sphere. Where do we go from here; filling in the blank spaces of the picture.
Down, not out.
Fresh rain on concrete, Pressing my feet on the floor; This is the morning. There is joy somehow, Realizing this is not it; Just another round.
