It’s so fun to fool yourself,
To see a Theo Jansen
Giant lightweight sculpture move
In the wind as if walking,
Insect-like across the sand.
Make a thing looks like a life,
Disproportionate, not quite.
Let ambient energy
Set it in motion, then laugh
For sheer delight. It’s alive!
You know it’s not. You know you
Would be struck dumb with terror,
If your elaborate toys
Turned their faces to the wind
And bore down on you, against
That ambient energy,
Defying you, defying
Entropy. But still. You wish.
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