The instant you are told
To not think of an elephant
The beast appears
Lumbering gray and wise.
We are accidental magicians
Quicksilver minds spawn worlds
Spinning up then down
As mere gesture.
Such odd creatures we are
Inner and outer lives
With dotted line boundaries
Barely noticed save
A shift in air and light.
Heisenberg warned us;
This Midas touch
To change what we see
A tempting passport
To the imagination.
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