There is nothing we’ve imagined
that is not just a reordering of what we’ve seen.
No place or creature is original to the mind of man.
But the mind of man is an original of the place it woke up to.
Your thoughts are the mechanics of the arrangement of your
memories of senses,
in play with the longings inborn, waiting to haunt a body of thoughts.
And so, we get our stories.
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