The wolf sees what scientists don’t,
the full circle, Yin and Yang more than
Big Bang, this is the beginning, the end:
The same thing.
1, 2, 3 the dream of all who see, two
plus two? Depends what you’re adding.
The cloth and the sun eclipsed by
spider webbing truth!
One thing remains after the dust settles:
Or does it all come to zero, back full circle
to “I don’t know.” The wolf howls angry
messages of love at the moon—the reverse of
sun, the inverse of none:
We are born…
Birthday rhymes with Earth day as we see out
the shadow call it soul to shade, los musicos preparing
to blast to the bull’s demise but not before a final
surprise, the Earth cringing, its name a lullaby…