Fiction
We take what is real
and use it to make
what is not.
Only, it's not
not
because it is.
I look at the strangers
in the pages
and I see
myself
in every one.
It's made up,
yes
made up of what is
to make what's not.
Only, it's not
not
because it is.
It's here, it's there
It's everywhere, it's nowhere.
But when I read it
it is
again
because I am.
This poem is about:
Our world