[center][b][u]Across The Faded Tape[/u][/b]

Puppeteer in the dark,
you make me dance
and spin in fragmented
twilight.

Shadow strings plucked,
the quartet tragedy
of Sophocles; me

Hummed to the tune
through haunted histories,
broken scenes

from my different rooms
with rewound view;

cassette projects
faded tape

child, lost.[/center]