New poem, possibly still under construction…

I am happy.

The sky is blue.
Except it’s not at all.
It only appears to be so;
a perception of filtered light
bounced off particles of dirt
and reflected in the atmosphere;
a reflection absorbed by our retina
transported by nerve impulses
gatewayed via the optic nerve
to that one spot in the brain
that will determine:
The sky is blue.

Except it’s not at all.
It only appears to be so;
Because the sky is clear.

I am happy.

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