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
You have brought me back to a platonic dialogue here–one I have not thought of in a very, very long time!