I am being written
like ink that flows
from the art of a pen
and carefully shaped
and formed
on the cellulose.
And my story
is being told
against the great
infinite backdrop
of the universe
in which
these atoms
were combined
and these
narratives unfold.
But who has
control of
the pen that
writes on the
universal page
in the book of
this life where
all the stories
are displayed,
and where all the
fantasies
are made?
15/9/2016