Eine Klein Bottle Nachtmusik

Imagination's a world
Totally unconditioned
By experience, say some,
World of poetic genius.
Of course, it's all built from bits
Of experience broken
Down and partly composted,

Experience strained and parsed
Then reassembled as lies.
How that happen's the question.
I have never been to Mars,
Much less the rings of Saturn,
But my mind holds a night sky
With Earth as one dot in it.