Jester

I think I begin to discern my breath,
The outline the inline misty moisture
Propulsive of the cloud of doubt of faith
Of the make believe moment to moment

Laugh out loud in sudden thunder lightning
Splendor to burn to ask pretend to know
This most ill fitting of clownish costume
The rain of tears dissolves the reign of fears

I’m miracle oracle spherical
Mirroring drip of dew frozen snowflake
As well something minor that goes major
To find the key to ardor order free

Motley I am confessor professor
Above all under all master’s jester