do.

A poem about how.

you spend years learning
how to craft. how to
do.

then you teach. how to
craft. how to
do.

and then?

what do you
do?

for all you used to
do

is already being
done.

be.

being.

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If you’re new family, welcome. If you’re familiar family, hey again 👋.

I wanted to do a quick recap of me, The Artifice, what all of this is, and where you come in. The easiest way to get caught up would be to simply visit the archives to read and/or skim through any previous posts. There's not a ton. Some highlights:

Poems
When Dreams Become Sentient
I’ve Been Digging
Wild At Heart (But Not How You Want Me To Be)

Thanks for being here. See you again soon.

- trae