Say it.

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.