You can’t convince the virile youth that lust is wrong
Nor begrudge the maid her choosiness
Nor are inclinations of chastity or valiance
Apportioned in shelf-ready packages
The Klein bottle contains not nor overflows

The cosmic river has no banks
Nature not a coin with two sides
The philosopher’s book and oil lamp
No different from the soil turned by tectonic spade
Thus helium and hydrogen in star

Freddie Freeman’s in a batter’s slump
Inflation checks the money counter’s vanity
Youth and maid might well waste in desire
The poet never found the secret word
The traveler never reached the horizon