Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing her voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.
After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh, and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “...a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
Only you can free yourself from your self-created incarceration
Set yourself liberated from the captivity of your negativity.
KUBLA KHAN IN EAST LANSING
Not In East Lansing did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
But oh! that deep chasm which slanted
Down the green hill east of town
Was a savage place! Holy and enchanted
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A smould’ring sofa momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing pieces at once and ever
And sank in tumult to a lifeless sidewalk.
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Notes
(1) My thanks to Mr.Coleridge, whose lines are used here.
(2) My apologies for extending my sofa trilogy ( q v ) into a quadrilogy,
but once you’ve seen a burning sofa plunging earthward in East Lansing,
you are a changed man, and can never forget.