I catch a wolf's eye
with my mind
as I travel
to places
far back in time
when obsession
was devotion
and life,
was not stale
as are lies,
and a fight
was a fight
unto day,
unto night
I gasp at the moon
and recall
your sadness and doom
it is mine
the yellow and black
is a beckoning,
blistering truth
where I hide
a wolf's eye