Wolf, The Teacher Poem by Emmanuel Stone
Wolf, The Teacher
Wolves howling in the distance
never been so near
constant rythymn, perpetual motion
not a sign of fear.
A dissasembling of music
is the foundation, ever neater
foming over this, layers
have never been the sweater.
Masters now create
the right waves to perceive
an exra dimension,
correctly placed and received.
Day is now heightened
dull task is not invasive
persevere now, no word spoken
but a new lesson learnt.
constant rythymn perpetual motion not a sign of fear.. keep on writin lyk this thanx
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4/25/2024 6:43:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice extended metaphor: ''Masters now create the right waves to perceive an exra dimension, correctly placed and received.' wonderful abstract poem..........10