O brave new world / That has such people in't! Shakespeare, The Tempest (5.1. 186-187)
No one enters the island of my home.
The isolation is total, no-one
shipwrecks on my shore. I am magician,
Miranda, monster and Ariel—
gender and age-fluid, all castes, all time.
From here, I watch strangeness float by, and wait
for wonders where I intersect myself.
I wait in patience; and wonder when and
to reach out, how un-strange someone, how
invite them in. I am curious.
Do persons all have I-lands? What will I
do if someone invites themselves ashore?
(Odd how the meaning of the S&G song changes with the times.)
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