The Manipulator

With slight of hand and clumsy feet
The sweet child proves in turn to be cunning
A geisha with wings of titanium
And an infallible mind like a steel trap
Softness and affection mask ambition
Intelligence in quantities considered obscene

But lust is absent in the never-ceasing action
My desires include a meeting of the minds
Simple conversation, a discourse on art
All in the pursuit of bettering one’s mind
And yes, physical proximity is paramount
But for what purpose, love?

Perspiration may be created by all kinds of effort
The most genuine and purposeful of which
Is shuffling papers with mind racing
Energy devoted primarily to accomplishment
Maximum output due to extreme coordination
Perhaps pathologically so.

My repetitive motion is completed mindlessly
I observe simultaneous thrill and loss
Gears grind to a halt.
Blame it on operator error if you wish
Or on the impotence of this world to excite
Better to err on the mechanical side

But she feels, bleed, loves and aches
She can do all things logical
In this her confidence has never wavered
So assume the position of authority
Blither through each moment like a man
She worships your multi-faceted perfection
And in so doing she rules the world.


11 August 2008

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