"paradox"

Form: Riddle Poetry The fact is that fiction an’t, From either brush stroke, an artist can paint. Likewise, a poet is or a poet an’t. The fact is, there is a fiction but it an’t, The fact is, we’re here in earth to learn to paint, To learn to paint from fact, for fiction an’t. What is the purpose of fiction? To dissolve the paint of imperfection. The fact is, fiction an’t, Fiction is the minus of fact, To dissolve the paint, And bring it all back, Into the sack of fact! The fact is fiction, The other part of the fact, Dissolves the paint of the portrait of the fact. Did you ever say words that you wish you could take back? Well this is your facts, turned to depictions of fictions! Having passed through your mind, You fact has changed in it’s complexion, So take it all back, reissue it in your fact’s perfection! Precept is your fact of prior cause, your prefect clause. Concepts not evenly spaced at times must be erased, not evenly spaced, imperfections is the case. The fact is; fiction is a fact, but it isn’t “the fact“, it’s only the fiction of the fact, within which the fact dwelled, until the fact swelled in the void of it’s own well! Now let us bring it all back, into the precept of the fact. The Word(God) potential thus dwelled, in the beginning void of it’s fact. Now the potential grew tired, of dwelling in it’s virgin void, rose up and spoke, not meaning to provoke, the feminine side of it’s folk. Precept with it’s concepts, humanity must accept, for by love both is kept, it is trinity, of paranormal infinity! Life’s Riddle Poem, By John Moses Freeman,