The irrepressible longing of the outsider, the lonely boy who has to search for the Puck and the author's power of words made me carve the text into the metal plates. The quest ends with the boy merging with the Puck in the underground reservoir of electricity. "When I was poured out, heavy with gold,

I felt a deeply satiating calm. Round as a puck

I lay, embedded in the blank surface of the ice-root table,

a glacial inlay."