There was a mentor,
influence felt, not heard,
who listened to the lilt of the word,
just receiving.
No degrees had he,
but a knowing of a kind
that can take words
or leave them,
burn through them
or seize them,
with reckless precision
of mind.
Though he go a-seeking
new verse to till,
"mentor" he will remain
still.
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