The Intriguer moves among us still.
Corrupts last chance to second luck,
and takes small moments, preordained,
from random fate to "What the fuck -
did that mean what I think it meant?"
Who was this masked mysterious guest?
Who moved among us, quite untouched
and left the moment reeling in
its meaning less changed
than suddenly strange.
This stranger moves in moments meant
for little less than consequence,
and nothing more.
With what intent?
Some small thing moved
or disappeared. And was it done
deliberately? We'll never know
we can't quite see
just as we feared
we've been intrigued
it wasn't me
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