Strange

The strange becomes familiar,
which is matter of consonance between
subject and what it encounters, habit 
if you will, of commerce customary

but familiar can acquire a dark depth,
a sheen that brings it under spell of awe,
so I see it newly with my old blue eyes,
see newly how I am come to see me

I am to myself always a stranger
befallen into family of me,
many degrees of relation in one,
a horde all in in its bright dissembling

Strange familiar, familiar strange,
always unsettling perpetuity