the act*

the skies
disguise

themselves

secrets
hiding above
the clouds

drops
of doubt
burrow
their way
to the
soles
of your feet

every step
one more step
across the stage

every action
a pull of
a string

free to be
never free
from being

your head falls back
and you raise a hand
over your eyes

you search the skies
for a disguise
but the clouds
get caught
in your eyes

if you could only
see the strings
you would
cut yourself
free

and fall
to the
floor




* I edited the picture just a tad. I'm sure they won't mind.