It's a funny thing, we seem to be on the same page,
the heart is a canister of ink, when the mind is left blank.
doing what's right really just takes the write friction,
when dewey points out properly and we can wade through the fiction.
Fiction is as fiction does,
so ficticious are the false,
but fact is in fact in fallable,
therefore the truth can never fall.
Indeed it's more likely to autumn.
I's crossed, T'zzzz dot-id.