A master in the classical mold; a
Wolf out of the fold; in the desert you
Can see all the different parts of thee with
A certain clarity unobtainable
Among we. A citizen of true, a
Despite of me and you: in the desert
You can see all the diff'rent parts of thee
With acertain clarity relegate
From off late, to the until of your fate,
To the passage of the gate that until
Then did await the passing of the great
Into the small, the passing of the great
Unto a call which bled their fate to late
As revelation came nothing were a
Stain bar the muttering of brain which did
But maintain thee insane within clashing
Of other brane with other brane, nothing
To be gained for a master in the mold
Among the ruins to be of old, for
A wolf out of the fold of his cloak or
At least his hood, free to do good for nothing.
Author notes
1: For the term "brane", qv. String Theory (sic) of Physics.
2: Lord Byron wrote of the "Assyrian coming down upon the fold" of wolves.
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