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
He falls so far short
And yet it is all one
The sun taking petals in its light
His breath the morning dew
Upon a blade of grass
With nothing left by fall of night
He is so small, his gaze so bare
And yet to me
There is magic in it
Medicine, God, angels, pure –
He is all and none
He is naught but what he is
He is more
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