Come take a chair! Behold spell-bound!
How words enforce their magic round
Reality! (It's dozing there.)
While words unfurl their magic snare!
No wand need I, nor cauldrons, brooms!
No visions, gold or noxious fumes!
With simple thoughts, I can revoke
this ho-hum world's restrictive yoke!
Blue heavens, pink flowers,
Wise humans, brick towers.
Pink heavens, brick flowers,
Blue humans, wise towers!
As you can see, conceptually,
I've just messed up Reality! |