Sonnet LXX

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.