THE CLOSET MYSTIC

AHA!

there they are

my wings

they just need a little dusting off, is all

now do I fly in search

of ever greater adventure

around the Sun in 88 days

that is my favored pace

I am a shapeshifter

I cannot help it

what suits me today?

I go shower in the Sun,

rinse myself with photons

Then I go inside

And open my closet

Who am I today?

I rifle my fingers

Over a female skin suit

Donning the girdle of Aphrodite

and then I pass over

my male self, the seasoned warrior,

having trained under Ares himself

(of course the hermaphroditic form

is favored

yet despite being both sides of the coin,

at once

can you fully see either face

if looking from the side?)

I look up and see my angelic self,

A pure light being, eternal

then my eyes glance down

and I see the animal within

the wild and free wolf,

carnal, silly brute

I look over and then see

The twelve zodiac signs

At the center, Polaris

I see the Sun,

I see the Moon

Who will I be today?

Who will I be today?

I settle for the mime’s attire

For that is the only truth I can tell

That I am a mimic

I am all of these and none of these

And I adore this truth

That there is no truth

And yet they are all the truth

As I’ve said before,

What is illusion but an aspect of truth,

And truth but the sum total of all illusions?

I am fixed in my protean nature, darling.