we do not actually create,
but we selectively elaborate as discovery.
we are the audience to our awarenesses.
women do create beyond what man has means,
yet we all wander amongst our artifacts of perusal.
we are apparently idle
without the participation with props.
every human's mind is subjunctively self selecting,
invested in streams of versionary truth.
where we linger as thought provoked,
a sense of loving possibly can take place.
we are the art-form of presence,
yet we pride-on with substantiation.
nature only asked for dialogue,
a communing as a carry-on
within the stream of existence.
but we went for stage presence
and the subsequent propping of all else.
sadly, we have become our own audience also.
such a pretend
to foster on earth's presence . . .
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