'Manly Fictions': how I elaborated this poem:-)

Seldomly those can distinguish the prosy and the verse that vibrates a sort of muic within the reader's brain while reading it to himself silently by musical tones of words.

I'm gonna show the process of how I elaboreted my poetry work 'Manly Fictions' below:

(the first draft)

Manly, which do you indicate ?
Female or Male?
As the age descended, your word got to find itself hollow
lacks the general name.
Mankind, neither macho nor brave
Woo-man? Gay or lez?

Thanks. You’re full of manly fictions
Just a species named the evil.
Keeps kind to man

Mankind, its origin was excrement of
The earth, mud only
Anatomical bliss handed off
To a branch to love the hollow.

Fated to be on halves.

(the second draft)

Manly, which do you indicate ?
Female or Male?
As the age descended, your word got to find itself hollow
lacks the general name.
Mankind, neither macho nor brave
Woo-man? Gay or lez?

Thanks. You’re full of manly fictions
Just a species named the evil.
Keeps kind to man

Mankind, its origin was excrement of
The earth, mud of sham
Anatomical bliss handed off
To an intimate branch to love the hollow.

Fated to be on halves and love each other.

(the third draft, decisive)

Manly, which do you indicate ?
Female or Male?
As the age descended, your word got to find itself hollow
lacks the general name.
Mankind, neither macho nor brave
Woo-man? Gay or lez?

Thanks. You’re full of manly fictions
Just a species named the evil
Keeps kind to man

Mankind, its origin was excrement of
The earth, mud of the counterfeit
Anatomical bliss handed off
To an intimate branch to love the hollow.

Fated to be on halves and love each other.

Him or Her, neither but to each counterpart
Simply melted down to be real.

Sry for having not been posting so far

Nearly a year passed by since I posted last.
Sry for it. But I think you understand the innovation in choir,chorus of mines now.
You may call me an odd person, yes I used to snub any reputation since my 20's going my way alone.
I'm already in my first years of 50's. Despite of the age, there's words encouraging me; quoted from John Donne 'The Autumnal'.

Xerxe's strange Lydian love, the Platane tree,
Was lov'd for age, none being so large as she,
Or else because, being young, nature did bless
Her youth with age's glory, Barrenness.
If we love things long sought, Age is a thing
Which we are fifty years in compassing;
If transitory things, which soon decay,
Age must be loveliest at the latest day.

My arts are so giantic and so varifying that bears luxuriance beyond your imagination, as Xerxe's strange love in Lydia, the Platane tree.