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One of the poems…
The Meaning of Stories
Perhaps it is true that none of my heroes exist,
summed up on a list entitled “fictional characters”.
My life lessons come from the mouths
of people paid to pretend they are
someone they are not,
but I can’t forget what they have taught me.
Because when words mean something,
they stay,
no matter where they came from.
So who cares if I live my life by a line
issued from the mouth of Gandalf the Grey,
on a film set,
it doesn’t mean it’s worth less than something
said by someone who actually existed.
Because attribution is overshadowed by meaning,
and the fact that these words stay with me
means more than the circumstances
under which they were uttered.
So if fiction it the foundation
on which I build my life, I can promise you
that my turrets will reach the sky,
before yours reach my dungeons.
Because fiction holds within it
the promise of a better world;
and I believe,
not just because I can,
but because I have to.
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