Flagging Moons suns hung moons nooses marionette moon across a sky and down. sun floods my fingered window initials i no longer care for and down and up the stars and i'm down marionette me until some weak and gentle movement pulls strings up. Up again, caffeine sculpted up and sometimes caffeine coagulates in wooden veins (can't keep me from shaking) down again moon's on stage now. Rosanne Agasee