Fixed point

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This interesting poem has me in a tumult. My logic leads me to think of "sweeping things under the carpet" Then magic enters. The "mark" that was swept under the carpet becomes somthing able to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. My only question is, is it your intention to be so ambiguous and vague as to what the "Mark" is?

The "mark" is a fixed point, questioning its existence denies you of seeing it.