At times I’m superstitious
coincidence and names

But mystery’s delicious
More delectable than fame

Yes, I’d like to live
In a fantasy story

Like Karen Eifel gives
Or Gandalf in his glory

Analogical is my mind
I search for secret connections

The rhyme is what I find
Similarity reflections

Ordinary daily life
I admit is often prosaic

Yet amidst the struggling strife
I fly Eliadean archaic

My spirit in the sky
My body walks the beach

To philosophize is to die
As both shamans and Plato teach.