The Trixter
I am the Raven
a boundary crosser at the gates of the city
at the gates of life
I am the outsider artist
the educated fool
the aged infant
the androgyny
the speaker of holy curses
I am in between
I do not live by the fireside
nor do I live in the mansions
the barracks
the hermitage
the vicarage
I am the one who sneaks in
when no one is looking
and add a little mischief
I am not a guiding spirit
I am the keeper of the exit
and the crossroads at the edge of town
I am the spirit of the road at twilight
I am from every town, and none
I am the trixter
I move between nirvana and the underworld
between the living and the dead
I carry the dead to the underworld
and open the tomb to release them
I steal from the gods
the things that humans need to survive
I am the pen that signs the death warrant
the ink that spells release
I am the hinge and the unhinged
I bring things hidden from view
And bury them under the obvious
I chase the gods from the earth
You’ll find me when you are not looking for me
You will lose me when you search for me
healing
