I’m wholly other. Here but not really here. I’m Nothing you’d expect.
Targeted by threeFarmers, I fled to kingdomSubterranean. By tunnel I tookTheir sustenance to feed myKith and kin, the ones For whom I cared. Theywatched my
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
Warm, lovely in theWindow, take me home, unwrapMe, I am empty.
You bow before your Lessers, when you are worth more Than ten of them. Stand. (Image of Ogier and Morgana by NC Wyeth)