Half-moon smiling
with dry light chasing her
Half-moon closed
right into her abyss
shadows highlighting a darker gray
with their darker dark
as the evening’s melodrama
flees from itself
along the howling wolf’s back
and not far off
sleeping well in the stir,
are whispers consoling the whimpers
Hiding at the end
of such a circle
infinitely connected
in two great loops
Each entwining each
when non-existent points cross
over and over
back and forth
In a clandestine performance,
an orchestrated narration of duality,
the self and the sister self
such is the completion game.
