The world

The world

Is a kind of abstraction.

When even the prosaic

Can be obscured

In layers of confusion.

Good intentions

Can be confounded

And described

As an act of sabotage.

Well-meaning,

Corrupted

By happen-stance.

Chance encounters,

Blur the edges

Of a truth

That differs, from person,

To person.

Even the same wall

Has two sides.

And sharing a view,

Can alter its perception

So much,

Any patterns

That emerge,

Have multiple perspectives.

Interpretation

Is a golden rule.

A tool to measure

Many levels

Of understanding.

When to know,

Is a stumble

In the dark.

And knowledge,

Just a prelude,

To a search,

For the origin

Of meaning.