Myth and Magic

This mood is strange and enticing

The smoky cat purrs at my chest

Inviting newness through the old.

I grapple and can almost grasp

But it is playful and pulls away,

Hanging, lurking, returning to

Invite me towards something

Both nameless and faceless

Yet present, wise, ancient, vital

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