you came as
a bang—
a prop gun
full of blanks.
But then,
you became
a name—a little
licking tongue
of flame—
one flickering belief
in search of
its religion.
But still, you were
not done.
A performance ensued
by a svelte-
but-complex system—
a fireworks display
without cause
or explanation.
After that, though,
the problem
soon moved
from "what do I
do next?" to
"how can I
refuse?" as your
point of interest
gradually grew
from "what
have I become"
to "how have I
been used?"
And "how long
has it been
going on?" And,
especially:
"by whom?"
