There is truth in fiction


Do you create boundaries in your dreams?
‘Cos I can mend together anything.
Anything can be created
and I believe in fiction

 Tell me what truth is in your transformed world
Is it anything like me
or do you just repeat?
Slow slow slow slow-ly
Say it til it don’t mean a thing
Scream until the word truly becomes a word
and ceases to exist.

Can’t you see the noise?
The waves smash ship and crack necks
whiplash broken face into a wooden post

There is no face now.
There are no eyes.
No sight.  No Smell.  No taste.

But – damn – can you hear?

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