It Is..A....Casual Observer

Watching women do everything while men play god. Patching quilts of time to harvest lost joys. Passing memories hands of love washing minds pains suffering bosoms must hold creating more as men always have. Watching it happen worlds unwind tangled more it's knowing it is a shadow powerless for whom the snare catches. Landscapes running home to women pictures leaving books words unbound hidden found hidden sound she hears. Rehearsal's dresses staged unzipped shows flow and ebb lighting grows moving ever wider catching men love lowering curtains Women Women Women I love them.