The Illusionist
The Illusionist
The illusionist is a clever man,
With an assistant aiming to distract.
He attempts to confuse us when he can
As we conspire to believe his act.
With his props and patter we are entranced
And then applaud when objects disappear.
Although we know it is not done by chance
As the conjurer charms his volunteer.
And so we believe our congenial host
Who plays upon our curiosity.
And collude with those who would like to boast
That inside our minds they contrive to see.
But if we knew the secrets of his trade.
(Really having something in his sleeve).
Would we disbelieve his refined charade
When we are so willingly deceived?
Should we be so naive and innocent,
When others will beguile, with false intent?
Barry Stebbings
16/10/2016
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016
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