she doesn't know herself yet

This may just be the time for abject failure; a newborn mother stumbling and unknowingly unacknowledgeding due to denial or otherwise breeding creation into deaths embrace of eternity with its brash yet so eventually Gentle and patient lover the embodiment of life itself.

the curtains are a dark drab green with stripes of woven nostalgia between them; outside is a vehicle of embarrassment with doughnut holes and doughnuts floating like bubbles amoung the stage. they sing like the love of angels but dance with the pride and passion of those that have fallen; all they earn for their camel cracking work is a single glance but no particular focus. that lies on more unfortunate beings with a certain... Grace.
it seeks to rend the world created; impersonate the God newly begotten and yet all for nought.