-Dedicated to the novel 'Mist' by Miguel de Unamuno-
I read your manuscripts
that you're getting ready to kill me
said the hero
You're a simple fiction
that I just created
Everything that could happen to you
at my fingertips
snapped the author
Unfortunately,
You are also a fiction
You are also a mortal
insisted the hero
Life is like a cloud of mist
Finite in mind
Infinite in soul
whispered the author
as a consolation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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