The Martin Buber Slam

I and Thou
is the how
but then you growl

You think Tao?
or one be
a skeleton key?
that unlocks
the tick
that talks?
while in rhyme
to the chime
of cosmic time?
Oh I think
better yet
my mind a plough
to divide
the here and now
in tiny collections
for inspections
looking for
the hidden core
heretofore
unaccounted for!

And I reply
could be a lie
to always try
yet misapply
observations
for
truth.

Truth?
I howl
wiser ask
a hoot owl.

And so
I do.