Soul slips vitrified from the mould Emerges in assumed porcelain grace.
A petrified will duplicated and adequately encased
Clean sight without pesky blink
Receptive apertures gaze into futures Sequenced and contrived
Fabric body, denuded of character, innocently hangs Re-born as the other’s vindictive reverie
Lucidity retreats to every rehearsed conviction Gatekeeper ideologues listen They who dutifully construct Each bespoke costume as individuated choice.
Should the soul chance to look up, by accident or intent Between choreographed suspension Glinting eyes would meet one above the painted neck Proud to show how gentle play can fall from Musty puppet strings.
Reigns dip toward the shallow As prudence dances in dire survival Acquiescence preserves the weak In the commune of spineless theater.