The rabbit zigs and zags in time and space
Leaving trails behind that reveal it’s place
Shaking pursuers in the daily race,
No time to contemplate the original face
What turn can be made that will leave no trace?
All is inverted even concepts of space
Quarternions, Hamiltonians, octaves from Graves
From emptiness to symmetries folded in eights
When seeking the knowledge that we embrace
Do we discover the trails are all interlaced?
Image credit: Lepus californicus (29 May 2013), Linda Tanner.
Primitive Joe 
