On the flip side, every character
Ever imagined is real, only
As every person imagining
Isn’t. On the flip side, there is no
Imagination, or at least not
Of the persons who imagined them.
All those characters never once think
Of authors who don’t exist for them.
Only what’s been imagined is left.
By the way, this is not fantasy.
This is the way it is. Characters
Exist and endure. Authors vanish.
On the flip side, the words are the world,
Whether or not anyone reads us.