Poem- “The Creation”

“The Creation”

A lie in the form of entertainment rests within

means of dissolution towards art by

magnificence, or, some imaginary creation on hold

as long as thought pulls action in from external

and internal possession.  And, on cue to

fascination, audiences worldwide keep themselves upon

a question that preys on their doubts- how could

beauty go this way?  But of course a member’s

disposition at a theater is related to happenings

of the deep like psychology towards stealth; as such,

even keeping a promise is worth a liar’s disobedience of

factual understanding.

I’m starting to understand why you continue pardon for

the exhibition as it stands- more thoroughly, even truth

is said by us over matters related to the animal kingdom,

instinct to knowledge as opinions get the handle on

exaggeration where a guy’s promise is facelifted towards

the light on permissible sounds.  Just what exactly

is “sound” anyway?  Phrases can resemble allowance, a freak

of nature based on vocal expression (the roar, the whisper)

from someone’s throat or hole for consumption.  By saying

something like this I’m actually its consumer within reason

for your tricks over the audience.

Exhibitions begin and terminate across the universe only

where we stand corrected, answers from rebuttal, given that

a guess works its way around the edge towards foreseeable

futures; in fact, those arts in exaggeration function along the side

between its reflections over the matters lived on, the events

spoken of and forgotten within the disciplinary realms we’ve 

fantasized on enough to claim truths on.  Out of bounds for glory

there’s another reason at its seat against our notion for time/space

continuums.  By remarking there’s forgotten event, by ignoring

there’s forgotten patience.  Clues arrive at our feet where measurements

are taken within a ruler’s grasp that we call unlived, unanimated,

dramatic as it is for darkness that’s re-coordinated by social

feat, something along the lines where functions work by nature’s

forced errors or even the conclusion we have at work, back to work

or forgotten again when the alarm bell hits us.