Incineration

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He burned all his discarded tales,

For fear that within each artificial World

There would be left alive some few people

Believing their existence on paper conferred

The status of Reality. And then he feared

That his own existence and world might well

Be a discarded tale from God's typewriter,

Awaiting Incineration