Dialog Between Two Puppets by Bluie
Rated PG
i, the interrogator, sit with ankles latched
i demand to understand the universe
i start at the center with you
though not power-hungry,
i thirst for something more
than this puppet charade
i need an explanation
i have been sheathed in night
i have cloaked myself in mystery
if you wish to strip me to my core
make haste
peeling off my layers
burns like acid fire on my bones
try to learn me inside and out
if you can
but question me, and i shall play the mute puppet
for the answers even evade me
i comprehend nothing
just beyond my grasp lies eden's fruit,
the source of all knowledge
i'm coming up short again in this cycle
speak now
forever holding your peace is not an option
the tears run hot in frustration
lover, speak with those lush lips
which i admire from much too far away
you beg me to do the impossible
you've come to that final point
you venture into deep, damp valleys
of which there is no return
and i trail out of your pocket
i find myself lost in my own mouth,
the replies unformed
i cannot bring myself to break your spirit
i refuse to reveal the shattering secret
to crush me is to deceive me
to crack me is to stay this way
with hidden words under your tongue
eating away at your mouth
straining to invade my ears
grace me with the truth, i plead,
if you lie through your teeth
i can smell it
your persistence is undying
you are the never-withering rose
i hope your patience curls up and perishes
that your temptations cease to throb in me
that your eyes no longer follow my movements
satiny words and fish hooks are my demise
and your own
for me to speak would be your suicide
to wither under your sun would be pleasant
i'd rather run the guillotine
than suffer unknowing
starbursts release, ready to pop
when i explode on you,
each of my pieces holds your name
and a large blue question mark
in the hue of your eyes
taint me not with stupidity and ignorance
you would be happier to have been born blind
this vivacious character you play
she is too strong for her own good
you refuse to play naïve to emotion
if you could,
you would receive eternal life
and you forget my wish is not the rest of time
but i long for you
you forget that your secret has been spilled
through the deadness of silence
i have found the fruit
with black holes and explosions in my palm
for you i fear
this interrogator has triumphed
i cannot understand you
i cannot avoid you
and i cannot remain
i cannot decide what to feel,
how to breathe
i know not if your air will kill me
or lure me into the gates of heaven
when i have doubt,
i vanish, untrusting
i will haunt you if you flee
yes, in fantasy, there you will be
i am glad to know i am engraved
upon that hard shell that is your heart
i will make a bronze cast of that device
and ponder it for all of time
the day i discover its design
will be the day you discover yourself
the stage curtain closes
and i have never been more closely acquainted with
fear
