08 Metanoia
01 A Raging Fire 02 A Carnal Mind
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What a raging fire in a dream so wild
A spark of passion from a dark secret
A blind urge unleashed without a reason
From a beginning that was rather mild
It has strangely grown to bring a climate
Of fascination for the human flesh
Placing the self in a joyful prison
In which it could not put up any fight
There in slumber it would be less alert
Weakened by dominating illusion
In its nakedness feeling so well dressed Metanoia
Happily rushing into shameful waste Soneta 023
Unable to rise, let alone to bless Keatsiana
Sadly unworthy, never could be praised AD 2002
A carnal mind would always seek to find
Newer attractions to feed its hunger
For sensations of a singular kind
Which would stimulate it to move faster
Yet a pleasure that will soon go away
Will leave a taste that is quite bitter
Therefore such a mind is often dismayed
Since nothing could really be permanent
For nothing may stay after being played
A pleasant yet short-lived entertainment
Metanoia All is merely a phantom illusion
Soneta 024 For a mind foolishly impertinent
Terza Rima / Diaspora Thus through its own unenlightened vision
AD 2002 Such carnal mind could not have a mission