Space

Somewhere between the ideal

 

And real

 

Lies an interpretation

 

Revealed

 

But no more than a mask

Illusory

Fractional

Controlled

 

Influenced by externalities

 

Set up in advance

Spun quite intentionally

 

Reality found wanting

 

Facts, whatever that means,

 

bear a second look

Or third

Since my fact isn’t yours or yours mine

 

And between the real

 

And the ideal

 

There is a lot of empty space

Space, the final frontier

Space, to stretch out

Space, lebensraum

Snap, snap, snap

Spaced, out

Space

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013