Drink from the Fount
©8-28-2028, Olan L. Smith
Many times a comprehended truth slips into a barren land,
And the bonds hold it together never to coalesce.
Our minds cannot grasp the change or withstand
Their perceived truth, as the new generation will tilt
Our world, tell us black is white and white is black,
And we will agree or appear misinformed; the sudden jilt
Undermines all, and we cannot restore the beachhead
Reclaim by the sea. Slip into the new dimension,
Wear its clothes, coddle up to the hearth --- drink from the wellhead.
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