After wearily ascending the lighted stair, An unconscious slamming of the opened gate Awakens the dogs to nervously bark At their master’s alien presence; Babbling patronizingly, While already warm and secure Mentally, behind the closed door. Chaos to Order, Order to Chaos; Back and forth, in and out The tide is practically ceaseless, And the futile attempt to hold its Ebb Intensifies our desire for the Other. Order to Chaos, Chaos to Order; We continually fight the tide Breathing Death into Life While seeking Life in Death. Quietly closing our door again, We silently bid farewell And securely latch the gate behind, To face the bitter chill. Cautiously descending the darkened stair, The dogs’ restless and frightful whine Quickly fades into the greeting given By engine’s roar and mechanical light.