Perception and Reason

Two hundred and forty thousand miles high,
The moon, above the cerebral cortex, floats.
And yet is a pale disc close in the sky -
Within easy grasp. Were we to cast our votes,
Decide, in favour of the truth, the motes,
The deception of perception in each eye
Beholding the beams of the moon as it floats
Two hundred and forty thousand miles high,
Would be nought to us; we believe what we see, and try
To justify it, 'common sense' connotes
Reason yet is often its adversary.
The moon above the cerebral cortex floats;
The sense of certainty that sight promotes
Undermines authority of reason, ask why -
Listen to your sight: miles away the moon floats
And yet is a pale disc close in the sky.
And this is the great dilemma, seek evidence of the eye
And risk negating truth; one who devotes
Himself to learning must look beyond what might lie
Within easy grasp. Were we to cast our votes
Without reasoning, listen to quotes
And snippets, watch bodies speaking the sly
Words of good looks, we'd get our just deserts, vision bloats
Everything out of proportion.  Hold your cerebral reasoning
High!