They wished to be passengers on a river of stars,
but the road they followed fell below the horizon,
a road that insisted on following darker paths.
Suddenly they found themselves accompanied by wolves.
The wolves ran through an expanding tunnel–
its walls were spattered with the past,
a past too scattered to contain or understand.
No door appeared within, no window,
no exit from the accumulations of bad intent,
the gods and humans that demanded obedience.
The wolves made no demands, but extended an invitation
to join them as they became transparent—
to join them in sheering the mind’s self-imposed limits.
They wished to be passengers on a river of stars.
A duplex sonnet for NaPoWriMo Day 27.