Loitering Imaginations by Matt ForgetRiddled and manipulated
Through stories seeming so fascinating
So vivid that our beliefs
Our beliefs
Have come so far to be fact.
But what is fact?
Does what our beliefs prove,
Our dreams revealed,
Or destinies encountered
Prove fact?
Where is the line drawn
From the ball of our pen
To the white of such paper
Does an image appear
Proving a mastered fact?
Although we sit here
Saying to ourselves
We are fact
Only in the future history
To sit riddled and manipulated
To continue the legend
Of unforeseen mortality. 10/12/2004 Posted on 10/12/2004 Copyright © 2025 Matt Forget
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Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/13/04 at 03:56 AM Matt, this is a explicit examination of the truth; something that has been continually debated for centuries. I like the fresh persective you bring to it. Good work! |
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