There is only fiction
only character and plots
redemption, revelation, and response
Only the stubborn oak
and its many branches
the acorn it drops
and the soil it finds.
Facts, facticities, truth, reality
are not as malleable as much as they are
multiple.
Even while I write this I am
writing a poem
writing a poem about truth
writing a poem about truth and hungry
These are not extended descriptions
of one man. These are
three men
All very much alive
All wrestling for the same black pen.
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