A season amongst wolves,

Punctuated by looming thunder and incomprehensible.
We find this place once more;
Beasts removed from time,
Yet again biding ours.
And so it comes to be,
Some primal fear, forever wed to passion.
A hazy incalculable truth makes itself known,
Betwixt the gears of God’s clock;
Those malleable moments made macrocosms,
Those years that pass in eyeblinks,
And those days that last twenty four and a half hours if you pay attention.