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

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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