Anything can happen in the realm of fiction,
not even gravity bears weight once suspended,
you can make bears appear and disappear, to scare,
to console like a priest or a kindly father,
however certain rules do apply, unless rules
in themselves become things, arbitrary and void,
no one can stop you from stopping time, or floating,
gravity, as I said, is itself, meaningless.
Caution thrown to the wind, a town burnt to cinders,
ashes and dust, returns, as to burn in reverse,
nothing need be explained, the flames are magical.
However, fantasy can tread a path unwise,
as imagination breaks down laws of physics,
pretends to subvert cause and effect to what end,
playing games with science speculates possible
environments where fire heals, lobsters survive heat,
never boiling in hot water, growing gigantic
Instead, nothing makes sense, imagination rules,
nothing surpasses mind in overcoming space,
Time, and the illogic of our three dimensions,
humans can waste their lives in drudgery, or think,
enter worlds of their own making, just to construct
Reality as if they could just wave a wand,
everything happens how we want, not for reasons
accountable to dead industrialists, damned,
living in hell, or not, metaphysical realms
making just as much sense as your own fantasy.
Only power, control to govern and demand
fictional tribute, Church and God as false constructs.
Fiction can save coral from rising temperatures,
imagination can create, maintain, destroy,
can go beyond the real to offer ultimate
truth, absolute knowledge, the realm of the Spirit,
indeed faster than light, where nothing is constant,
only the conviction of faith in the absurd
nonsense that none of this makes sense to anyone.
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