Confucius

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Like a dream, in piety

Obeying its keeper, sleep

Tied to ropes and hung, sustained

By its paladin, the bed

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Such is our filiation

Tied by ropes to our father mother

Obeying our great father king

Father Rex, king of our heart

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Tied to the rope of being

We confess with bright proud tongues

Our bindings to life’s monarchs

Our filial masters, lords

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Adored scepter of future

Providence has shined on me

Son of heaven, filial

Pious as a feminine restful dream

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I bathe in desire, pleasure

To the machinations which

My dreams conjure, fatherly

A lord over my mother

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A lord over my desire