A Haiku Spun
Fate knows only necessity
Clotho becomes Xiè Dào for a day because it’s unexpected. Turning to words because it’s different, she/he/it spins a haiku because it’s contrary. He/she/it has no regard for human sensibility or belief. The names they give it/him/her are phantasms, the faces and forms and clothing in which they drape it/her/him mere fantasy. Unembodied, Xiè Dào obeys his/its/her own nature alone.