Fiction is the only reality.
Which may not have found a soul yet to implant wonders for the future or wisdom of the past.
The stories must be told to a questing mind, not of this time and place, but of eternity.
The Universal spirit of belief, faith, inner knowing, precognition; destined to forever last
In the visions and dreams of consciousness … for infinity.
One day you will see self in another face, reflected in a looking glass
And grasp that FICTION is but another dimension, an extension
Of all the incarnations that simply must be.
You will scrutinize, then recognize, and only then will you finally, truly BELIEVE!
(by Deborah A. Bowman, Copyrighted 2018, permission to share with author’s credit)
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
True. Reality in abstraction.❤
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It doesn’t matter that it makes no sense … It rhymes!
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It makes lots of sense. Reality remains a reality even when transposed. The transitioning is my way of analyzing the composition! Nevertheless, I loved the perspective.
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I as well. It always resonated with me in the psychedelic abstract. I used to sing it! Lol
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