A witch I am not

A witch I am not, nor sorceress, nor
Magician manipulating thought and mind
No wizard am I, nor priest divine, nor
Queen in the temple of space and time…
Instead, in red, and black and white
A jester playing with alchemical sight
A fool whose tools are broken rules 
That twist and turn in spools of light…
A psychopomp that swims thru veils
A trickster telling twisting tales
That provoke the nodes and neural codes
To waken from their Prizm Cells

Charleen Johnston
7-23-24