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