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Loitering Imaginations

by Matt Forget

Riddled and manipulated

Through stories seeming so fascinating

So vivid that our beliefs

Our beliefsĀ…

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.


Posted on 10/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Matt Forget

Member Comments on this Poem
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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