GreyWolf
Under skies leaden
GreyWolf goes hunting,
his future tracking through days of haze . . .
. . . and if it were caught and slain,
how could that be?
Metaphorescent and red on the snow;
what would to be done then?
Promulgate the past with endless loops of leaps,
chasing that which has been
because that which will be is dead now-
can it then be
a fugue state of starvation
temporally?
Surely . . .
. . . unless,
pursuing, past sophistry turning
in a curve,
cramped and panting;
that which was spurns
purpose and presently
is\will be
infinity free.
As . . .
. . .under skies leaden
GreyWolf goes hunting,
the future tracking through days of haze.
