Sun and Moon wished to swap their positions.

I scoffed at their idea.

I told them that, in addition to the devastation of the world, it will also result in the irreversible destruction of my poetic creativity, which I believe, is untenable.

They decided to maintain status quo.

If I were right

what does it really matter?

if I were wrong

I hurt none other

The tsunami within

is much more treacherous

than any outside scene

The strings he once had held
to control her have snapped
She was Judy to his Punch
her every movement
hung from his fingertips
Once she was strung tight
a glove upon his hand
now she moves to her own music
now no other frames the words
that from her lips are spoken
the Puppet Master is no more
the spell of his control is broken