I sit and look at you my friend,
and marvel at your being.
From one perfection to another.
From the anonymity and illusion of the plane,
to the reality of the cube.
Yet the two are one;
it is time and space that have changed.
I sit and look at you, my friend,
and wonder at your perfection
All is needed, nothing is wasted.
And what a journey from one perfection to another!
An instant of magic when anonymity changes to reality.
When the plane becomes a cube,
When nothingness becomes reality,
with shape and space and meaning
Here is the mystery of our art.
... poems were written by John Smith,
