Marionette Dance

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

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

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

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