12: 01 It's my birthday now No one sings to me but Crickets, frogs and night birds My prodigal cat does not return My prodigal wife in bed has turned Yet I am at peace The peace of night It's "benign indifference" 47 An ignoble number? ? What does it portend? Half of what? I am now half a marriage I am now half a love I am now half a life 47 Alone and engulfed in night Moon and street light now shine Through a carefully spun web The architect sits silently in the mandala Snug in her deceit I trace the lines and see mine The nearby highway hums along 47 The world cares not Nor do I But.....48.... Maybe!