Observational Bias

We see only the surface. Reality lies hidden beyond.

Observational Bias

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

Cosmic noise reverberates 'round us,
an existence embedded in din.
With eardrums atremble in chaos,
intuition guides what to take in.

Colored light reaches down from the stars,
it illuminates all we perceive.
But eyes gather only reflection,
it's the mind chooses 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.

Our questing for answers turns meta,
a circular search of the mind.
Creation demands a Creator,
but the seekers inform what they find.

Beginning evolves into ending,
observation and reason explain.
But infinite always existing
transcends every mortal domain.

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: ▶︎

1st Place in the June 2025 round of:

FORUM

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

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