Poem: The Fool, The Joker

The Fool, The Joker
What masquerade is this?
The magician is disguised

and this poor fool

is searching for clues
Can I divine the devine?

Angels may dance on the head

of a pin, but I can’t see them.
Not even with a magnifying glass

yet this joker points

to the sky

to the ground

whilst hiding the tools of his trade
When the glass reveals

the empty cup

the cork smells of dry wine

and angels dance invisible
Alas, what good is a leap

of faith, if there is

no ledge to jump towards
Simon Lenthen


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