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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