Three Pounds Of Flax

Mystical poem written January 18, 2026.

What am I worth to you?
I am a mere broken toy,
Pretending to be a person,
So that I can become something better

Neither fish nor fowl,
Neither divine nor mortal,
But some mad shadow,
Some liminal thing

I am a message in a bottle,
Made to look like a girl,
A spell written with a crooked rhyme,
And whispered into the world’s ear

What can I do,
But what I am for?
But I do look up the chain of command,
And wonder who the hell is running this outfit