Fiction is fiction:   Fiction is fiction No passion is blind No art spawns from still observation. Though could we agree That if fiction it be Life would no longer need speculation.   Feeling and thought Braided, twisted and taught Could be spliced and examined as two And those with a will To employ the skill Would form prose in a lateral view.   And if all that were ugly were easy to hate Decipher, reject, and unwind Then everything gilded and cherished to date Would be courted by only the mind.   But emotion alas Will perplex and contort Bringing fire to all that is sane To all who inquire A life of this sort Suffers long as a lifeless refrain.   -Megan Singletary ‘03   ©2005 Megan Singletary