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I like love the end of this poem! 'Clever puppetry' sounds so awesome. Even though I did think the begging was a little bit confusing to me, Its still really good so... Go You!!Haha, PeAcE! Adri ..::*LiFeS bEtTeR rAnDoM*::..

is the earthly vortex where the spirits of the ocean are the puppets, those who have joined the fray, or the THREE and as the whole ship tries the circular dance of whirling ideas and thoughts in philosophies dreamed ideas they are sloly let down, or risen up mainpulated by the THREE. Yes it is the cosmic play that sets the stage for our experience of this world and exactly as you say in its fangs we ride unable to change the cycle of the THREE. Eerie but real and well described, the rhyme with beautiful precision, the content with panache. Annuccia (The spelling computer wanted me to put Annuli here,why?)

We are the puppets of:- Puzzle: Of our very existence as it expresses itself, its itness, its it. What: Is that what we are puppets of, Whom: The whom is ourselves personifying the meaning of existence. Or is it? Annuccia