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My Lateral Reality
That will outlive all of us who don our fiction suits and immerse ourselves.
To think, this place of wonders, searing tales of how it feels
To be alive no matter when, where, who, waits patiently for us to catch up
Always ready to welcome us to where they know we can be, one day, if only we try.
They’ll be ready to show us the way.
A place where men are myths and myths are men
Where might never makes right and the meek
The mild, are protected by more than words.
A world, a galaxy, a universe, a multiverse, full of the incredible strength,
Yet none greater than that of character.
Things go wrong sometimes.
They fail and the foes gain power.
Yet still, so strongly held is the belief that good will overcome evil,
That right ultimately holds the might, that the urge to do good, to act, Is the most powerful.
Belief becomes truth through sheer force of will, yet another ultimate tool.
A dimension so rich, islands bolted together to form a tapestry weaved over generations
Informed by all that came before yet always with a forecasting eye on what is to come.
Universes that fit inside my head, that can roll up and fit inside my pocket, a portable world of worlds.