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Abstinence from teaThose patrons of my time, they dissipateLike so much steam from a cup of tea. Dissolve,Like sugar in a cup of tea; now thatIs the heart of it, if we dare to delve.A perfect cup of tea is diamond clear;So were they, but then the world became complex,Or maybe this youth became less cavalierThought more about, say, diamonds, less of, say, sex;He took to abstinence. Already he tookHis tea without sugar. He liked it hotAnd red and cloudless: five minutes on the clock.Now tea would be a conceptunlike the pot,Of plain white porcelain you can see through, setUpon a shelf, kept dry, but seeming wet.
To a brilliant authorTo a brilliant author who begged the questionThey are the masters of symbolic art,Those who can understand a human brain,But, in a misdeed of the very smart,They blame the stupid for the smarts’ disdain.