In a moment of lucidity,
unawares of my overhearing,
surveilling a state of mind
of another kind,
you said you saw fifty shades of Jay
and it scared you stiff;
In that moment of lucidity,
you had found a truth most profound,
a truth about a Jay hushed and often silenced
by those in charge: three men in black, or the fae;
In that moment
you signed the book of the dead
as spoken by the three witches of the Nay:
a jay does not have a shadow,
a Jay stands in the light, alone and Jaysome,
maybe asking for a Charlie’s whereabouts
or a Honcho’s advice on
everything
BUT!
always Jaysome and
always without shadows
of a doubt.