Designated Fallguy

If, like this wingèd thing, you suddenly found out

you were a figment of someone’s imagination,

would you believe that you exist? Would you insist

you were a fake? If you could make a figment

of your own imagination come to life, would you

be tempted to believe that you were God? Is God

whatever conjured up the being whom you think

you know as you? Should you implore it or ignore it?

Are you a random calculation that went wrong?

Were you discarded? How long do discards last?

Will you live an instant or forever? Or were you

never here at all? Will you fall, Guy? Perhaps

you are the designated fallguy. Hard to tell now

that the only thing you know is that some business

took upon itself your being here. Or are you

just a figment of your own imagination? Do you

account for everythimg you’re seeing here?

That might be best. Perhaps then you could rest.

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