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.
-CA
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