I paint nice pictures, sketch quite stunning scenes
without a single drop of paint or brush.
I see strange visions no one else has seen
yet I need glasses, for my vision’s mush.
I make odd riddles no one else can solve,
for there is not an answer you can guess.
Each answer is correct and will resolve
my problems, solved to each who dare confess.
I build great spheres, all round and lovely still
though you may never see them with your eyes.
I speak not of the future past the hills
and yet my words will come not as surprise.
Fear not, my friend, my fiery tongue is cold
though words still chastise all the plots retold.