ZEN WOLVES
Zen wolves and the far-fetched ravine
The omens unravel in the space between
To catch a glimpse of the reckoning desire
One must place both feet into the liquid fire
The heat is a searing boil like magic abound
An interesting outlook once vision is sound
To climb aboard the wavering benevolent raft
The seer sloughs off all their content and laughs
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