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Time and time again

I confess

I’m enchanted by names and labels

of names.

This Real, so fascinating and beautiful,

enchants and seduces.

It's the finger pointing at the moon.

It's the carnival of masks

and lights

I never want to leave.

It's the ambiguous domain

of magic.

Its power is too much with us.

It is the first

of the veils.