Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
third-mate-thirdPoems
Cosplay Human the art or practice of wearing costumes to portray characters from fiction, especially from manga, animation, and science fiction; a skit featuring these costumed characters ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ this cosplay of human we so oft effect, movie projection of shaped variations, semi-firm but mostly pliant, bone not-so-hard-as-we-believe, draped in skins of tissue pre-perforated, we are forms that can last a century, yet shrivel back to fetus in days, for lack of simple water... think human and know simultaneous, billions of earth persona and billions of cells in each *by  for  of - the people,* each masked, each outfitted in uniforms of differentiating gaps more alike, all unique, masses of differences of constructs same, this cosplay is a preeminent miracle... all of us nakedly similar, all naturally defiant of time, all defeated by time, naturally... this skit we play routinely, costumed in a manner similar, yet different, to distinguish ourselves, and mark as group members pretending to vive la différence! what import all this, pretty words that tell us what we know instinctively? just this... I see you perhaps you see me changing my costume not by choice, still do not wear a masque my cells my words, no cosplay, my humanity on parade, my file open to inspection dare you visit the beginning, when passion drove me, the early version, when I was not circumspect, and my poems were passion plays, verifiable truths and cosplay was not part of my vocabulary
0
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Cosplay Human
Cosplay Human the art or practice of wearing costumes to portray characters from fiction, especially from manga, animation, and science fiction; a skit featuring these costumed characters ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ this cosplay of human we so oft effect, movie projection of shaped variations, semi-firm but mostly pliant, bone not-so-hard-as-we-believe, draped in skins of tissue pre-perforated, we are forms that can last a century, yet shrivel back to fetus in days, for lack of simple water... think human and know simultaneous, billions of earth persona and billions of cells in each *by  for  of - the people,* each masked, each outfitted in uniforms of differentiating gaps more alike, all unique, masses of differences of constructs same, this cosplay is a preeminent miracle... all of us nakedly similar, all naturally defiant of time, all defeated by time, naturally... this skit we play routinely, costumed in a manner similar, yet different, to distinguish ourselves, and mark as group members pretending to vive la différence! what import all this, pretty words that tell us what we know instinctively? just this... I see you perhaps you see me changing my costume not by choice, still do not wear a masque my cells my words, no cosplay, my humanity on parade, my file open to inspection dare you visit the beginning, when passion drove me, the early version, when I was not circumspect, and my poems were passion plays, verifiable truths and cosplay was not part of my vocabulary
third-mate-third
Written by
third-mate-third
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem