Rules change

Thinking large, the world is fiction,
A shout from the night dog’s throat

A poem from a boxcar of somebody
Memory from an atavistic cave past.

Poems soon disappear from throats
And world crumbles and is re-built

From ashes as kids play their games.
Rules change ,themselves of fiction.

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