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Shadow puppetries are the authors
of their ethics, styled in remarks
about irony, and the fetish maniacs.
They’re wearing raincoats in tatters
for how they rule the world, giving raise
to suspicion on their craved inspiration.
I kind of suspect the evidence
now fails me, depresses me,
burst, yet still left to writing.
High and lows, bubbles, raptures;
I squeezed that phrasing as an old
Stasi officer, getting a pension.