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?