Fact checking poetry

As a matter of fact

you are on to something.

The fact of the matter

is something is amiss.

Is it in the hypothesis?

No-positively not.

Ninety-nine times out of a hundred

or ten times in a thou-

what does it really matter?

We miscalculated the value,

somewhere-

the watch ran away with the moon-

explained in this extrapolated theory

that the influx of  people penning

poetry is directly related to

the fast fading of fact, in fact,

the disappearing of deceptions by

professional misconception has

unveiled the real knowns and 

now no one really knows.

Yet, the fact remains,

after all accounts have been accumulated,

matters like these have become buried

in crypts called His Story.

Cold and dormant, leaves upon layers,

monotonous markers

building, folding and compressing, 

finally, erupting with sulfuric poetry. 

Image by By Vihljun (Own work) Sakhalin Volcano mud 6/2010 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.