The Blank Signature Rene Magritte 1965

Eyes and mind work in tandem To make sense of confusion Inaccuracies become compelling You do not wish to see it any other way For you are the first eye witness Your account is key "Confirmation bias" your exotic perfume Or so I hear Fill in the blanks Interspersed with solid truth Join the dots To paint a picture It doesn't look right But it feels right Oh occultations They dance in the light Your whispers from the foreground Paint all the necessary detail Even explaining the illusion Sounds like one protests too much Some see the sum of the parts Others the implausibility All see a woman, a horse and a forest And facts are facts