A distraction grown out of proportion
beyond stitches, seams and
reams of fashion
From barks and hides
or just about anything
one could lay hands or claims
to industries and inventions surrounding
what was not even a necessity
to mother them
Layers of distance added
to the already wide enough chasm
between the nature and thee
to the peril of the nature within
that's begun to feel
alien as an artifice
An artifice crafted,
weaved to perfection,
almost natural.
concealing more than
the bare compulsions
of being human
keeping us distracted
a tad too well
from knowing who we were
before losing the innocence
and courage to be
just life.
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