In the crucible of my celibate lifepurified of all desire
I dreamed that Truth appeared to me, a beautiful mountain lion.
"Oh Truth," said I, "my love is pure." "But is it good?" was Truth's reply.
She rode me through the wild night
burning like a fire.
In the crucible of my celibate life
I named her Simplify!
And this is what I learned that night:
Goodness, Truth and Beauty.
This was not a dream.
It seems that Men are all alike.
They all have one desire.
But Woman, Oh sweet Woman
is different every time.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Zphx
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