~~a pantoum~~
puppet master, where is your string
master, where is your puppet? Tangled
in the fictions of habitual deception
every act becomes a stutter, grim escape
master, where is your puppet? Tangled
again, you lost control of your tales
every act becomes a stutter, grim escape
from the static of the blackness where you hide
again, you lost control of your tales
I thought I heard the tapping of a new play
from the static of the blackness where you hide
but it was only rain against the shutters
every act becomes a stutter, grim escape
in the fictions of habitual deception
but it was only rain against the shutters…
puppet master, where is your string?
~~~
© Elaine Stirling, 2015
Image: Nocturnal Art of Marionettes by Fenrizulf at DeviantArt
Oceantics 
I find that hypnotic Elaine and full of atmosphere. There is a lot to think about in those lines too.
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Aww, thank you, John! 🙂
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