Dear Puppeteer

The cables
The strings
Garnish the sight

My eyes don’t falter
Stagger
Dim

Enlighten me, poet
What’s more to come?

I see to believe
And I believe no one

For all I see
Are puppets
With prayers
With doubt

A balancing act
Coming undone

Enchant me
With something
Without pulling my strings

Without gluing my eyes
To these obvious things