© 2013 H.K. Longmore
Outside world in turmoil
Inside I simmer and boil
“The centre cannot hold”
One says, grave-cold.
Au contraire, I dare
To contradict mon frère:
All things centrifuge contained
Against the wall splayed
Save one—the Center.
In deep cold winter
Or hot dry summer,
Dancing to different drummer
Clothed in silken broadcloth,
Or in ashen sackcloth
Impervious to external enticing
The only Sure Advice.
Thus when skin crawls
With portent of gall,
Or by desire seduced
Will to restrain reduced,
To the Center hold.
Splay not, be bold,
Add to your mettle:
Utilize the Force Centripetal!
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 