Perspective

This world is nothing
but a poem
– poetry without stop –
hymn, ode and epic,
poetry
still flowing,
Apollo and the Muses
chanting still.
 
Will these too
separate themselves
from me again?
 
I fear it not.
 
I’m as real as the things I see.
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