<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fiction</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tel me what is your recently invented pretense<br>Your latest lie? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shape, form, color, texture, <br>Of your many selves like your unequal fingers<br>More than the number<br>Of your allowable toes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feign and feign<br>That is feigning<br>Feign in feigning<br>Fingers like other fingers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shape<br>Of your fingers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You make things up<br>You invent new stories<br>And without any excuses<br>At all, like a very clever man loving many women<br>At the same time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Figment, fabric, fabricate fabrics<br>To entertain, you are justifying, just to entertain, not to<br>Deceive<br>To lure them to glorify themselves<br>To believe about some goodness and beauty and the <br>Truth so well expressed in fiction, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the field of imagination things work themselves into human beings<br>The cows talk in affable fables, the characters talk about avarice, love, hate, <br>And murders done in fiction, <br>We learn a lot, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in that vast field of fiction<br>You are the cicada singing <br>Alone<br>To a cold and dark night<br>Wishing to be <br>A black bird, the one that flies and sings<br>And goes to places where <br>You have never been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487793" data-title="Fiction de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Tel me what is your recently invented pretense Your latest lie? Shape, form, color, texture, Of your many selves like your unequal fingers More than the number Of your allowable toes, Feign and feign That is feigning Feign in feigning Fingers..."></div> </div> </div>

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