There is a pressure to explore,
to learn, become, and make progress,
but also to dive into it,
and get inside.
Time is a fence,
set to keep the wolves away from
the precious sheep,
lovely, exquiste,
so tasty,
and wolves just want to get inside,
sink their teeth, tongue, fingers in,
and feast.
The blood frenzy comes at the first drop
that hits the naked tongue
and sets nature into fluid motion.
The wolf can not restrain,
and nor should it,
survival is for the fit,
and there are none fitter than
the patient, cunning wolf.
Andy Veilleux 