On Fiction

A sestina

So spin for us a tale
With hidden seeds of truth
Suspended in a lie.
Wise words for those who hear,
Bright gems for those who see;
Now let the fiction grow.

The simple facts will grow
To be a thrilling tale
But still, within, we see
The origins of truth
By sifting what we hear
We deconstruct the lie

But let the fiction lie
And let the stories grow
There is no malice here
In spreading such a tale
While all still know the truth
Unchanging as the sea

And so, until the sea
Shall dust and barren lie
Shall fiction hold the truth
And let the story grow
The wisdom of the tale
Is there for all to hear

And those who will not hear
And those who will not see
Enjoy the simple tale
Dismiss it as a lie
The seed will only grow
In those who seek for truth

As fiction holds the truth
So truth is ever here
Where there is room to grow
Upon the endless sea
Immortalised to lie
And thus concludes my tale

That this is truth, now see
Sestina here shall lie
To fully grow this tale.

– Kell Willsen