Marionette Dance

blood, bone
molded by silent chaos
shaped by unfelt force
dream thoughts of existential control

dreams, desires
soar through life my fate my own
living delusional by the whim
of an 11th dimensional puppeteer

alive, living
programmed flesh shaped by eternity
in truth nothing but a dream
a figment
of Destiny's imagination


WC Roberts  WC Roberts's website lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in his own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes.

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