By a Nose

By a Nose
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burning the noose

Marionettes really are the uncarnate Prometheans of the entertainment world. For them, life is a non-stop lynching. Like touring musicians, the meat of life's obsessive calling is only experienced in those brief moments when the feet actually get a chance to touch-down on the stage . . . but even then, the strings are always attached. Freedom is never an option. So it's another dose of children's Tylenol and the probing hands of those who wish to admire the physical form (As if a touch backstage equals the dreamer's pinch that judges reality from unconscious delusions). After the post-show depravity smolders down, it's back to the string-taut burning noose of existence between the spot lights. When the dangling twitch of wooden feet finally ceases, small-stringed cherubim descend from the rafters to sing the puppets' prayer with thrown voices:

burning the noose
Originally uploaded by stupidtool.

"Tomorrow you will be a different person
Trying to see through today’s eyes
Taking credit and accepting blame
Feeling guilt and feeling pride
For your acquaintance with the past. . .
A symbol of humanity and its relationship
With the common encompacity.

You were everyone else
Choosing to believe that you believed
To choose in choice and belief.

Right now you are a different person
Trying to see through yesterday’s eyes
Taking credit and accepting blame
Feeling guilt and feeling pride
For an acquaintanceship. . .
You choose to believe that you believe
To choose that you are everybody."

You can play with your perceptions. You can see the puppet’s strings or you can see the doll that walks.

Right now you are everybody.
Tomorrow you will be everybody else.