I read a complex article
Last night. If I
Believe and you are
Far enough away, moving
Toward or from me
At the right velocity,
Then I’ve not yet read;
In the opposite direction,
I may have forgotten.
Some evenings I read
Fiction, some fact, still
Others old subjects
As deep in debate as
Teams or flavors or rain.
One vocabulary seams
Like thread in a quilt.
When I read of space-time,
Understand the physics,
Grasp sense in equations
Waved in lieu of proof, I
Consider versatile symbols.
Patches of bold statement
Hold us in awe.
Fiction and fact both
Signify. And the math?
I understand the formulae
Like I comprehend fiction,
Maybe exactly so: Certainty
Regardless of location or speed,
Fine vantage point
On which to stand
In thrall of inadequate truth.
August 8, 2009
Devon Marsh 
Hi Devon! You popped up on my Google Reader, so I knew to enjoy your poem. ‘One vocabulary seams them like thread in a quilt’. I especially liked that line. ‘Waved in lieu of truth’ made me smirk.
Lookoutbelle, did you misread “waved in lieu of ‘proof'”? Not “truth.”
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Some kind of ‘Freudian’ or ‘Pythagorean’?? slip.
Truth/proof. Incredibly, they’re fighting words in some cultures.