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Marionettes dancing blind

wooden eyes can't smile

sealed inside iron lungs

ghosts have no tongues



Visions of the future

Reflecting in shards of glass

Poisoning the mind

Recycling our progress



When you look through the eyes of another,

the natural seems light years away.

Things done before seem so far after.

More of a prophecy than a memory.