Why I Write
I'll describe the light:
It is good,
For under my Sun,
I've built the earth
In my mind's vision,
And its inhabitants act
To my discretion.
Come, I'll be the guide;
See it in my eyes;
See my statement upon the word--
See my statement about the world.
To you, it is fiction;
To me, a mirror--
A mirror which reshapes,
But shows the same,
For here inscripted
Upon a tome, upon paper,
I rewrote the world,
In my own image.
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