Invocation of the Strange Cat

The strange cat, neither alive, nor dead,

Not of this world, neither here, nor there.

All things are real, all things are false,

As worlds collide, lies are truth, truth is lies.

We are the ancient ones, we are unborn,

We are creatures of infinite possibilities,

We ride the probability tracks,

Nothing is true, everything is possible.

We are not, and we are,

So shall it be, so shall it not be

Inbetween, the liminal, we of the Middle Marches…