One may miss the slight of hand
Distracted by darting flies
The trickster dwells behind the eyes
In there there is no surprise

Throughout the vastness of that which is
The linked is concurrent and real
Because rules and constants repeat
Thus nuanced and certain reveal

Help awaits within the switches
And tricksters the day will win
Odds of ends tossed aside
Blasphemy patterned pin to tin

Curtain drawn in turning away
As the trickster passed this way before
Faint silhouette distant approaches
Unto exit stumble upon open door

Because of this, that
Rabbits appear not in the hat
Incantations spelled out over a vat
Magic falls flat