is it the sounds inherent
to the click of a pen,
or the meaning we layer
upon it?

click-clack; done.
clack-click; ready.

is it the way that she walks
or the delighting that he
pours into it?
is it the darkness, or our own
shadows?
is it the truth, or just our truth?
is it...
...real, or a fabricated reality?

and does it matter which is which, if the made-up one
is better?

I don't know.
A little bit of both is closest to the way
things really are, I think,
with a touch thrown in
of God.