In my childish mind
When first embarking on my herculean task
Of finishing my very first novel
I had seen a need to write
“First Person Omniscient.”
Write it I would try
With lots of exposition.
However, I realized later on when writing it
By writing first person omniscient
I had created an unreliable narrator.
Namely, my own narrations
About a nowhere.
The same questions posed to me
Were the same questions that destroyed
My nowhere.
And my nowhere was as good as this nowhere
I speak, where my foot is on the soil.
It was as real
As flawed…
And I had failed to write my Firs Person Omniscient
Because I hadn’t even understood the nowhere I wrote about.
Later on, other characters would
Which is why I’m proud to have written that cumbersome novel.
One Thousand Pages about a nowhere
Where all radicals would love to live.
And live they do
To see their radical veins of conservatism
Get destroyed by the very powers
They adhere to.
Those being the elixirs of worldlust
And desiring to change what didn’t need changed in the first place.
Only, power becomes the liberal
And radical becomes the conservative.
My advice to any radical reading my epic failure
Is to know that we are not able
Not even close
Not even if we wanted to
Able to write in First Person Omniscient.
Not even when dealing with a fictional world.