There are knots in the strings on my shoulders
and I have not the nails to disentangle.
You can ken from my canter and my carriage is contracted;
the controller's lost control.
How'll I relocate my lifeless limbs
with none to manipulate my marionette—
and even if it could be managed
how'll I master my own movement?
So better to sever these tangled chords
and decussate this surplus cerebrum,
disassemble the parts and restart
to give this stooge corpse a course.
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