Monday, February 29, 2016

Except What You Provide

You want to call him Merlin, maybe,
or imagine him as some phantasm
from another fairy tale – you’re caught,

perhaps, by a disarming light in his hat’s
creature’s eyes – rather too alive
for a chapeau. Then you let go: give up

the notion that there’s anything to know.
Except what you provide. Maybe that
is always what gives meaning to the ride.


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