I

I made this nonsense up
He says
To shield me from myself
He says.

Unable how to counter this account of
how the wild, expansive senses open out

left me wondering
in a broken moment,
if illusion’s ever noble, even where it’s false.

Not that falseness can be proven mind

though the onus lies on me, it seems

…for reasons unexplained.


II

What exactly is the relation of mythology to fact?
Is the benchmark of the real that you can strip it in a lab?
Did we prove that science deserves the crown it sits beneath?

What empirical test was passed
That gave it this right
To speak to us this way.

Is it merely that things work better now,
make less of a mess?

…at least in private….
What argument is that?