Infinitely Redundant

Is science fiction an oxymoron? How can science be fiction When it is the process by which myth Is eliminated and all that is tangible In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction Nothing more than the literary Manifestation of the dreams That crash through the barriers Of reality? How then Can the two terms coexist In a single phrase? But wait. Is there anything made By mortal hands That was not proceeded By a dream? Is it possible That the creator of worlds Dreamed before the first Flowers bloomed in the garden? If dreams lead to physical Things, then they must be The blueprints of the future And the catalyst of science; Conversely, science is proof Of the dreams of gods and mortals. Science fiction is not An oxymoron, but it is The infinitely redundant Confirmation of life.