Can’t do more

Can't do more

I'm pretty sure
I can't do more
than sit in silence with the night.

Because if I tried
I'd be denied
these instances of second sight.

But not the kind
you'd likely find
among the mystics of the land.

More of the sort
that's sold and bought
like articles, second hand.

There's no quality
you'd find in me
more mystical than entropy.