Existence Womb (76)

   
   "Existence Womb (76)"
   
   June had arrived.  And the big neon glitter was overhead out in East End--the boondocks of Little Rock, Arkansas.  Miriam and Buck were underneath the shimmering night sky.  The four winds were sincerely silent.  And there was no denying the existence of God.
   Buck didn't change under the glistening Full Moon.  The Strawberry Moon, as known by many, including the Algonquin Tribes.  Buck could manipulate and manufacture his wolf on command by glimpsing into the Holy Spirit's sparkly eyes--It living within, yet showcasing him glamour on the outside--if he needed it.
   Miriam was getting kinda fanged.  Could feel her incisors sharpening.  The inner coyote.  The little wolf.  Or, as some American Indian Tribes had more reverence for the many aspects of the coyote, the wolf was known as the big coyote.  And of course--there was the bizarre red wolf, a protected synergy of wolf and coyote residing in North Carolina.  But this was Arkansas, and Miriam could feel her poverty changing into something better than money--unearthly sublimity, and the miracle or possibility of all things related to the canine's mystical mesh with man.