Observational Bias

We see only the surface. Reality lies hidden beyond.

Observational Bias

When nothing turns suddenly something
and a universe somehow appears,
does the bang still echo forever
if sentience evolves without ears?

Constant noise reverberates 'round us,
an existence embedded in din.
With eardrums atremble in chaos,
intuition guides where to begin.

Colored light reaches down from the stars,
it illuminates all we perceive.
But eyes gather only reflection,
it's our minds that choose what to believe.

The senses are all about surface,
a touch is just pressure applied.
The nature of Nature is hidden,
and its meaning is only implied.

Can universe truly be endless
if it's finite space we observe?
Is reality something we make up,
or something we're made up to serve?

Author's note: ▼

Entered in the June 2025 round of:

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Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest   (E) A Contest for Metrical Rhyming Poetry. #2055137 by Brenpoet

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