©August 21, 2016, Olan L. Smith
The Wolf does not belong within this gate,
Yes you, the demon leave our fate
Alone. And you do not be, and do not fit
Within menageries, an inapt split.
Aware dominions rule thus powers plait
And conscious memories' wildly conflate,
But earth's opposing liquids fail to knit,
Thus many schisms rents our world from weight,
The wolf does not belong!
From anger, this lion will not abdicate
We sleepeth not, the hours has come; abate
Not the lion nor lioness for what was writ
Is ever and never erased or quit.
Justly, none shall pass away, we are great,
The wolf does not belong.
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The Wizard!
PoetryThe Wizard! This collection from Olan L. Smith is a dialogue series that asks questions and ponders evidence about existence. We will take a look behind the curtain to see what the Wizard is up to and what tricks he (she) has up his (her) sleeve, b...
