What makes us wolves in stray dogs
For you the tigers to be tamed
The angel identified himself by a song
As he blackmailed his protégés into love

What makes us black eyes into white owls
Rising at dawn after the end of the affair
Our personnal dialectics reduced to quia
Circling the bell tower for a constellation in winter

What made us look for questions from absurdities
In lieu of love when it was noon everywhere
Les soucieux amours who walk the quo vadis 
Bearing gifts from a single & infinite source. 

Image credit : Buster Keaton circa 1930