Observation Bias

Observation Bias

I toil not like the lilies-

Though they are prettier.

Sometimes I sleep deep in the sea

Like slimy jellyfish spread

By the currents

Give and take-

Freed from the choice

In the matter of movement.

At other times I flail vehemently-

Like a cat with a rope around its neck.

But to see me, I transform

According to the principles

Of subjectivity.

As from under

The microscope-
Things look a little off.

I don’t believe

In monster germs

Until my eye touches

The lens and even then-

I have my doubts.

And is light really lucid?-

Or is that just a the eye’s

Foolish bias?

In the dark

Do things cease to be?

They must-

For if they did not cease

I would be able to see them.

With oblivion of the senses

The world fades away to void-

And without the receptors

For mobile forces

I ensure the death of the universe-

Subtract Time-Demise of the Mind.

That star you love that shines

So bright

Has burnt out a million years ago.-

And that movie that made you cry-

Was award winning mimicry.

The simplest answer is usually

The hardest to trust

The more cryptic

The more esoteric the explanation-

Makes a bunch of nodding idiots

Agreeing to the Authority.

Just remember-

The true answer doesn’t matter

Because your opinions

Will always get in the way.

So whether or not that star

Is black or burning-

Or whether that luminescence

Is substantial to more

Than the eye-

It means literally nothing-

Without a point of view.