It is all before, which is all
That’s left. Thinking hits a wall
When it confronts what’s to come,
Unknown numbers, null in sum.
A chimera slips into the room
Then disappears into its womb.
We knew it by its straightened tail,
But never glimpsed its toothless
Maw — nor heard its lonely wail.
Leave before? No, it is ruthless,
Determined to wait — patient
As a tomb — beckoned and ancient.
