Birds gather
Then scatter
Flying every which way
They soar to new heights
And see new places
Or old places
In a new way
My thoughts gather
Then scatter
Every which way
Sometimes they fly away, sometimes
They soar to new heights
Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes
They take me to new places
Or old places in a new way
*A piece by one of my favorite artists, M. C. Escher.
memoirs of an unremarkable man 
I always think of stairs when M.C. Escher is brought up. In fact when I hear his name I imagine him scratching records on a couple of turntables but doing it while hanging upside down. I guess we can learn a lot from birds and what they observe 🙂
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