For Real

Authenticity,
That tantalizing mirage,
Receding at our approach,

Fading into its kin words,
Purity and origin,
Is both a taunt and a clue.

The way, seen up close,
It retreats from view,
Hints at infinite regress,

The impossibility
Of perfection, yes,
But also that the changing

Universe is bottomless,
The authentic truth.