remake

i am

the author

not the puppet

and i will adjust the sails

as i profess in comfort

out of the basement

while the candyman may somersault

in his prime

transmitting riddles, jokes and puzzles

to be solved

for a new tomorrow

strategizing creation by mines that have not yet been resourced

beginning in a core

with a wish

the wish

knowing the garden is ready

awaiting the seeds

and nutrients

to overlay bunkers

and one day lay among the sunflowers

watching the stars

with no fear of a comet

which was never meant to be feared

only revered

yet the proposal is unseen

so i once again ask

Who am I to be?

et tu?