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