#Amphitheatricality

I stand facing an audience of 286 on the stage of this digital amphitheater, and on this stage, I intend to climb ranks on the Prose trending page at https://flowofprose.com/explore. Who knows where this present flow of prose may choose to go, and through which door?

#Poetry? You know it, P. #Streamofconsciousness? I would have to reply, "Yes." #Fiction? Listen, this verbal position aims to be winning in relation to receiving more than 41 digital claps in the form of "likes" from its respective audience. "Yeah, right..." No wrong. To be more obvious and less cryptic while you listen to this quasi-song, see "Insomnia" [less specific universal resource locater "...explore/posts/year"].

We are here and now, now and here are we, and this amphitheatricality, this digital, spontaneous speech, is nearly complete. Random creative impulse to share random creative burst has ended...or has it? Hasn't it? It hasn't. This poetry and prose pageant hasn't quite satisfied the mind of Bilbo Baggins.

Syllables lacking nothing and lagging puns and adding funness to the dungeon of most social media content..and now the mediator's meteor shower of amphitheatrical powers deducing from this most creative hour has narrowed into its final sentence. You guessed it. This prose has ended.

Now I resume my seat in the digital amphitheater, excited to experience whatever one of 626 fellow creators have to share right here, right now. I feel excited to applaud with the others sitting beside me, in validation and celebration of the beautiful, new, and enlightening performances we are to witness together. Pleasure.