nathan lyle

October 4, 2016

The sky wraps blue around your horizons,
but the blue isn't blue outside of your sight.
And as guilty as color the solid ground below isn't,
the invisible particules merely sit a little more tight.
We float through a mystery we mostly don't see,
awash in strings of varying lengths, interacting.
Everything we assume that pins down our reality,
is no more than a perceptual distraction.
This isn't to say real isn't real, it really is,
it's just that we mistake our perception for truth...
but the depth of our ignorance is poetically immense,
and our hubris is really so cute.