The touch

The touch

A Poem by Rapterj
"

...and the flame

"

"Touch it Once

To hold the Candle

Touch it Twice

To hold the Flame

Breathe on it with Sorrow

Blow on it with Shame

 

Puppets run the alter

That cries up to the Gods

Masters dropped the strings

That might even out odds

 

Come at them with candle

Come at them with flame

Burn them where we can

Burn ourselves in shame."

 

The darkness.

 

Of hollowed out light.

 

The absence.

The presence.

The breathing.

Disturbance.

 

Silence in the night.

 

So cold

That we've finally seen...

So quiet

When should we scream?

 

The silence

The darkness

The puppet

And the strings.

 

Empty.

Hollow.

Broken.

Are these things.

 

Loneliness

We cry

To the Poet and the Scholar

 

Emptiness

We fear

From Governments and Power.

 

And hear in the midst

Of our mist

Minds long lost

 

In the string-filled abyss.

 

For we are just puppets.

Who march to the tune.

Clinging to our strings:

Love.  Sorrow.

 

and You.

© 2008 Rapterj


Author's Note

Rapterj
trippy, eh?

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Rapterj
Rapterj

Colorado Springs, CO



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