in tears
the evening’s shadows
keep back the hunters
while dropping their weapons
on the narrow path
which leads them to the sheepfold
where the black lambs
are feeding on the white wolfs

the sacrifice turns into trade
the saint disavowing his halo
turns into villain
the eagles are falling in
the snakes are taking wing

the answer is throttled by questions
the world is burked in limitations

the word used to say everything
becomes small
there is nothing to tell itself through
not at all

the stone whispers a verse
the unique identical with the inverted self
requires the rite of invocation

the water’s purl stands still in silence