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[comfyshoes]

We are an odd, perverse invention

Stringed dolls that live by tension

Should that force release, complete

We fall, collapsed, with chest to feet

But should it only ease in part

We dance, wild limbs around a heart

 

And flail, deliberate as we can,

Perhaps deny the hidden hand;

And try then to appear controlled

By Self, and choice, as if no hold

Outside us moved our tension play

To make us bend or fall this way

 

In truth, alone we go upright

Presentable, but still and tight.

Though force and pull through core and limb

May shake us graceless at mere whim,

And we may hone our dance to art,

We're nowt without strings on our heart

[HellFrost666]

Nice. It has a real flow to it.

[jengh]

I agree with HF, very nice flow to it.

 

Comfy, nice to see you