I once had a shaman show me

The mechanics that loose the mind.

She said to begin with symmetric

Variance of a slanted, peculiar kind.

Her final steps were simple rules

Forgotten now to verse and time.

I once had a showman awe me

With linguistics that nearly rhymed.

He said to begin with poetic

Variants of enchanted, shrewder lines.

His final words were wistful tools

For getting past a versed design.