As a carver of marionettes,
There was always the danger of
Being lost in the concreteness of being,
Shattered to lovely bits of dead discoveries,
Against an adamant world without voids.
But as a wandering dream catcher,
I collect metaphors for a living.
You laugh, but ejaculating into
Gaps gaping because of having been
Chipped off the rocks of ages
Is really the only way to ensure
There is enough world to go round.