Once the black paintings
Have been destroyed, and
The puppets appear
To act alone, ghosts
Can skim through the dark
Like whales filtering
The ocean for food,
Like an audience
Absorbed in the tale
Across the fourth wall,
Gathering stories
They can use later--
Then you can attend
To the puppets'
Travels and travails.
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