you hold me on wires by my spine like i'm a puppet and you're the puppeteer, the wires dancing out of orbit as similar as power lines wrestling a storm or electrons that are never at a certain point at any time. your misaccuracy reminds me of a pinpoint on a map because it never touches the destination on point, and i absorb the attention you provide like polymer gel ***** with water, but you are the most unstable puppeteer i've ever known, smiling through smoke and blindfolding me covering me in black and blue camoflauge throwing me in the fire, drowning me in the deep depths of the ocean, and laughing as i sink in denial and crave the inevitable let down