• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.55

Updated: Oct 13

What capricious deity

spins clothes so sweet, of glen and dell,

then hides his flesh, deific fine,

so leaving just a scarecrow’s shell?

What alchemist in clever lair

collects the stars to make a child,

then drops him witless in the dust

to wander wastes and dare the wild?

What mad philosopher would write

on stones, on scattered scrolls, his name

in hopes that all one day might be

well understood - this earthy game.

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