Strange

Mystical poem written May 8, 2026.

By the holiest words,
That I know,
I have woven a mighty spell,
“Once upon a time”

But I am occluded,
For I have become
Too strange to see clearly,
And too strange to be seen

Cultivating stealth,
By hiding in plain sight,
I say what I am clearly,
And I am illegible

But I will not,
Be cast as the monster,
Without claiming the rights,
That go along with the role 

Even if we all know,
That I only,
Play to my strengths,
When cast as the fool

Art: Frans Hogenberg, “The Dance of Fools”, (c. 1560-70)

Art: Frans Hogenberg, “The Dance of Fools”, (c. 1560-70)