Universally - In creation, we create our own worlds.
A new Genesis to be told.
The word God is all we’ve got to ascribe.
Our literary devices inscribed.
We destroy our sense of reality to fictionalize.
An account of our own stories.
We all tell stories.
Real fiction, for fiction is real.
The matters between our years.
The one reality contained in our minds
We’re captured, and we’ve captured.
The essence of our supposed souls doled out.
We hope our stories are heard by those others.
They’re lost to their own worlds.
Their own interpretation.
Interlocution lost in translation.
A new Genesis to be told.
The word God is all we’ve got to ascribe.
Our literary devices inscribed.
We destroy our sense of reality to fictionalize.
An account of our own stories.
We all tell stories.
Real fiction, for fiction is real.
The matters between our years.
The one reality contained in our minds
We’re captured, and we’ve captured.
The essence of our supposed souls doled out.
We hope our stories are heard by those others.
They’re lost to their own worlds.
Their own interpretation.
Interlocution lost in translation.
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