forget the old mountains,
the steam and the bone,
the story they sold you is weathered and known.
the new park is global,
of signal and code,
a system of systems,
on a digital road.
the stone is the server,
that buzzes and that breeds,
while planting new forests of transactional seeds.

green is the signal for the unending scroll,
for the elk of consumption,
who loses all control.
it’s the start-up,
the market,
the infinite feed,
the user’s raw data,
the corporate greed.
it’s the platform expanding,
the brand’s hungry name,
consuming attention,
a voracious,
bright flame.
it’s the logic of more with no end and no goal,
the unregulated,
consuming,
electronic soul.

yellow is the flicker,
the limit,
the law,
the wolf’s cold analysis,
finding the flaw.
it’s not teeth in the dirt,
but a function,
a check,
a parameter warning of a corrupted dataset.
it’s the algorithm trimming the herd of the slow,
the shareholder meeting that mandates a "no."
it’s the interest rate rising,
the capital flight,
the wolf is the logic that works through the night.

red is the action,
the cull,
and the ban,
the account that is frozen,
the de-platformed man.
it’s the stock’s sudden crash,
the fund’s swift retreat,
the invisible fence that makes the system complete.
it’s the protocol’s judgment,
delivered with speed,
to serve the ecosystem’s unemotional need.

so who is the wolf now?
and who is the elk?
it’s a question that makes all the old frameworks melt.
the wolf is the pressure the market applies,
the elk is the profit it monetizes and buys.
they are roles,
they are functions,
they are code and demand,
one grips with a claw,
one consumes with a hand.
and the balance they speak of,
the professional lie,
is just the red-green-yellow stone watching them die.

but blackrock rings more than one bell,
at state avant-garde wall street.
so stop blaming "is" and "rael" or
the poor native mexican "izrafael" for killing
and eating your dogs.
it is the era of predator version three.
and karma is a bee that itches itself.