Be the Commander
©5-25-2023, Olan L. Smith
Was glory, for all things created upon the sphere
And the heavens, for those who come darkly
Ushering in the ways of death?
Who so wills, crawls in dirt when he could
Be wing-ed, fly with hawks, and dine on residue?
Why feast, upon flesh, on the meat of hoofed
Beasts? While the soul yearns for the fruit sown,
By the action, of the groin, thrust forth into the valley.
Care not what is or what will be; walk on water,
And review the actions of your soul's soul. See with
An inner eye; feel what is, not was. Know what happens
And nothing will happen. Can this world bend your will,
To fit its needs? Or will you forge a new path, out of
Darkness into the light-of-lights that dive into the core
Of the sun? Blaze a fiery trial for others to follow you, into
The night sky. Orbit what is dazzling; not what is dim.
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