That Old Chestnut

The human brain contains

The old chestnut

That the outside world

Does not exist unless

He observes it

This is the Lands End

Of concrete specificity

The model requiring that

We keep stepping outside

To check things

Pass muster

No we declare there is no such limit

No lands end

There is something in this

Such is the sanctity of the concrete

And perhaps 

Leibniz was closer

With the reckoning

Of a miasma of

Specific points of view

Each a subjective position

Defined by the point of view

But even this requires

Total faith in the misplaced concreteness

Of simple localisation

And who here is willing

To commit the heretical act

Of claiming the cosmos does not revolve

Around the human brain?