we think we create.
when we discover something
more elemental of essence,
then we justify,
by the verbal pronouncement of recognition,
as then the naming thereof.
our comprehension is so worldly.
we become caretakers, custodians, and curators,
under the sun-rays explored as value.
yet the essence of our value systems
is the duping of others of us.
we are the agreement of pretend made real.
and we keep our emotions
in the red wagons that follow.
we can't be considered the laughing stock.
because like it or not,
by the sense of our selfdom,
we consider ourselves to be
no laughing matter.
and in all of our sincerity,
we are all that we got . . .
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