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Are you the bull
following wild flaying
dancing in your short-sightedness,
unthinking of what crushes under
and what your horns could gore?

Are you the mad red patch
not in your control
shiny, new, and dangerous,
annoying a beast
while being controlled by another?

Are you the one decked-up,
the puppeteer pepped with applause,
teasing trouble, flinching invisible strings
at unimagined risk
for the safely distanced applauders?