You join irregular shapes together
While having them in metamorphosis;
You’re an art magician like no other
And vanquish the dull into the abyss.
While staring into a reflecting sphere
You formulate your imagination;
Your work is not apt to evoke a jeer
Given your mind’s great genius station.
Your work reaches Babylonian heights,
Impossible but realistic build;
You are a master of shading and lights
Lucky to have you was your local guild.
Perhaps your structures would work in heaven;
God would likely hold you in elation.