Morgan le Fey
Find me. I am unfindable.
Know me. I am not knowable. I
am amorphous black. I am
translucent. My form’s metaphor
outdances geometry. My mind’s
figure disdains quantities.
The algebra that spells my hand
is anagram, the calculus
of my being the acrostic
of ever and never, of lie
and truth. I am various
and one, my face the black halo
unfilled. I dream the dream
in which you dream me, mirage adept
of else’s bubble cauldron
Text © Keith Howden
