May 012005
Lost behind the stage,
I saw the Masters who pulled the strings.
Great giants of strength and humor
Some filled with cruelty.
Seeing them, I pitied the puppets.
It was then, I realized
I had once been a puppet.
One of those giants had been my Master.
My strings had been cut.
Who had cut them?
And… why?
October, 1987
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