Time is different for us
and the wolf by the hole in the ice
who in the water watches the stars
that above are circling the earth
that in the hour that he sits and stares
have turned full circle and more.
And he learns from this,
Earth's roulette wheel -
as he perceives it to be -
that Earth is a house of luck or chance
that cannot be fathomed
or quizzed to know
where or when it might stop
or who it will bankrupt
of this good life
or whether it matters a jot.
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