six point seven billion illusionists
today on this globe
seeking consensus
of the senses

declaring the colors reflected
by the eye
to the brain
are actually on the canvas
and the illusion of art continues

sifting vibrations through ear canals
mimicking back out the nice ones
to deliver a wondrous sound
and the illusion of music resonates

labeling objects
by creating words
creating categories
by building language
and the illusion of literature swirls in the air
while the illusion of science
arranges the pieces on the ground

six point seven,
growing
no major train wreck in sight
such is the consensus of the illusory senses tonight

Lee Crowell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-point-seven/