by iggythe5th F10
#1
What alien work is this, where so content is the senorita.
Now will she sit by this impossible edifice, and fold clothes
As if laws of space and time were not at all.
Maybe they don’t exist in this world, or are variable;
Maybe they change depending on where you look.
And what is it that she sees. Here would we be so quick to question
Such impossibility, but there water takes the flow
Followed by the eye, and thought nothing of it.
Never will these people be vexed by the conceptualization of limits.
They, trapped in the impossible picture are more free than we
Because they don’t spend hours looking at water
And following it up and down across and over the page.
One there can just accept it and live. And what beautiful gardens!
#2
There once was a girl stuck in Escher
Who forever folded her sweater.
But when clothing is done, there’s nowhere to run
Cause running will go on for ever.
Perpetual stream
I follow fast with my eyes
But never catch up
What alien work is this, where so content
The senorita sits and folds her clothes.
Impossible edifice, where rivers vent,
The laws of space and time nobody knows.
Variable or non-existent in this place
It all depends on where you decide to look
And how you question “laws” of time and space.
Impossible, the never ending brook
The eye that traces will decide its course
“Such a pretty garden” one might think.
And wonder not of “what’s the river’s source?”
While free impossible is trapped by ink.
Follow flow across and down for hours
The time of feeble minded this devours
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