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Perception: Part II
If what I say I see is an image my brain forms From stimulation by certain waves, then When I say I see something “over there”, I do not see it There, I see it here in my brain in three dimensions. “There”, everywhere, is dark. Enlightenment plays only On screens in brains where there are eyes to see. But is what I say I see really the way something looks? Yes, so far as I remind myself the image is but an artifact Created within the limits of my eyes to capture and my brain interpret. If so, how would the same something “look” in ultra violet or far-red waves, (Is it all illusion?) If we had such eyes to see? Is it the same with other senses? With hearing my dog thinks it is Since I seem to miss so much. Ears deaf To all but those of the waves we call audible, Leave so much music unheard. I think how Mozart would have frolicked Through notes extending to canine ranges, If we had such ears to hear. Surely all waves carry some possibility For perception, some new way to find our way But most are either denied or undetected. I am impoverished by waves I cannot ride. Copyright Paul Thomson 2021
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