The Great Heresy of Fairyland

The mind has been both weaker
And more powerful at times.
Allied to story, it’s known

To have reeled the senses in
Under its hegemony,
So what mind saw, the eyes did.

Those aren’t reproductive
Organs of plants perfuming
The air for pollinators—

Those are fairies, half-fallen
Angels caught between Heaven
And their waiting digs in Hell,

Calyxes for waxen wings,
Arched stamina for eyebrows,
Very sweet but poisonous,

Capable of whispering
Enticements in human ears,
For instance. Never worry

You might be out of your mind.
Worry you’re too much in it,
And sensing nothing not it.