The technology of all things
Is the inner workings seen
What is known of a medium
Develops mastery of a craft
The balance and the bows
A dance 'tween man and medium
That creates a visual poetry
Whether paint, prose, pots
Steel, stone, or glass artistic
A ctaftsman is an artist too
An artist is a craftsman still
Neither can be made sole
A voice cannot be heard
Even when so very distant
In an analogous figmentation
That gains form developing
So the science of a lore
Works its magic throughout
The inspiration of aspiration
Found in a glimmer of thought