The Trickster Speaks

Nobody pays me no mind
Nobody knows me around this way
Nobody gives me the time of day
I am an unknown luminary
Haven’t you all seen the tide
Rolling away every single day
Leaving the sun touch the ruins and the wrack
Didn’t you wonder who brings it back?
I am the gutterbird that spoke the word that made you
I am the living information in your mind
I am the second and the second-last to know you
I am the clever fish that leaves the hook behind
Stupefied
I am the firesnap to charge the air around you
I am the spider-shadows thrown by candlelight
I am the consecrated cotton strings that bind you
I am crawling through your transom in the night
Beatified
Haven’t you seen me before?
Wasn’t it more than just passing strange?
Clutching a raven bezoar
You wanted to take me out of the rain