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"constitution"

what constitutes beauty ?

the golden ratio, a simple

mathematical constant

determines how we see you;

could that be all

there is to this ?

what constitutes reality ?

we dream you into submission

and you don't know whether

to escape or to embrace,

so you remain

perpetually uncertain of everything

what constitutes truth ?

the words we spit into your mouth

were spit into ours;

you only trust because you must

what constitutes life ?

without consent

you joined our orbit;

this was not your choice

but it was chosen

what constitutes love ?

you claim "the one" one after another

one after another you claim them done

it never feels right

even when it's wrong

and it is wrong.

you are not unique

you are not original

you are not meaningful

you are not you

billions of yous before you

have already

loved/dreamt/thought/spoken/

given up

the same old weary constants

as deeply, as vividly,

as passionately

as you

we were better off without you here