the yoke and her mule
parted ways at independence square;
they'd been a pair
inseparable
since the early days
of hunter and prey...

and the mule's been dancing
in circles ever since,
chasing the pi on his tail
for answers to his circular demise...

the wise leech knew
but never clued
the dancing mule
into her pool of infinite possibilities...

she grew on his skin
as he stuck to his spin
like a pin in the 1st dimension,
growing old, weary and thin....

wishing his yoke had never left...

~ P