Is anything real

Is anything real

Do my eyes see what is there

Are the particles of light

Striking the retina

Transformative

The sense they make

Purely mine

Do we see by convention

Is the world just an invention

Of the imagination

Everything seen,

After the fact

Everything done

Follows an instruction

Sometimes known

Sometimes not

Perhaps all conscious thought

Is second hand

Is anything real

Unseen in the immediate

How do we know when

To fill in the spaces

Between things

With just enough

Information to share

An experience

We seem to agree

Is much the same for

You as it is for me

Unless we factor in

Perspective

Irrespective of position

Everything seen

Is observed

From the difference

In points of view

Which are not the same

For me

As they are for you

What a farrago

Of confusion

Perception is illusion

Nothing is real

Without agreement

Consensual thinking

A required standard

Which is disappointing

As the familiar dressed

In strange disguises

Is what makes for intrigue

The unique ingenuity

Of personhood

And individuality