An Author's Providence
Big Bang transpires when you crack the spine
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Language consumes until you’re mine
Trapped inside a world of prose.
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Fact and fiction copulate
Trapped inside my world of prose
Possibilities generate.
Fiction’s reality without the proof
We haven’t the time to argue what’s real
Although our scientists remain aloof
Worlds are created through what we feel.
We have no time to argue what’s real
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Worlds are created through what we feel
Your mental refuge with our assistance.
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Although our scientists remain aloof
Your mental refuge with our assistance
Fiction’s reality without the proof.
**For Jared's Pantoum Contest
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