-------Ode to M.C. Escher-------
What our science can't explain we call magic.
When water runs uphill we call it the artists imagination,
smile a humored smile and forget.
It's the integrity with which the wood is cut
that holds the source
of the prints remaking.
And for every stranger made to believe they're wrong
there is a hand to paint
an even stranger picture.
For it's the thought to hand
which creates the world
and all the magic we want to see.
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