Face Reality - Yes But

FACE REALITY - YES BUT What is this world we see with eyes full closed? As ‘real’, unless we mean by others shared ‘Untrue’, you say; ‘with my hand, cannot be disposed’ Yet my own ceiling clear, each detail bared Patterned like the complex edge of Hudson Bay Sea and ice as frozen lace, from Stratosphere Still, past my walls I verdant land survey Though every tree unmapped, all aspects clear As that we call the real - (must be accepted!) I don’t deny to consent what you call ‘true’ But doubt world-agreed be all - others excepted Did not those bringing light once hold a solitary view So pore and measure this world of men and mountains But do not reject other spheres - may be radiant fountains