Panties and Bras


THE ENNUNMENT CANTO 3



 

 

 

 

Shrongmoil Medical Center, in Cnaizdadf

 

 

 

 

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What antecedents could legitimize

The destiny befalling me anon?

Give me a minute to epitomize

The sequence of events that brought it on.

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When unto Ung I’d haply made my way,

I met Queen Udi posing as if she

Had been a common student, day by day

Attending at the university.

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Intrigues and jeopardies beleaguered us

For three long years, but we survived them all.

All these misfortunes I shan’t here discuss.

To do so would my nunnish tale forestall.

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Suffice it rather just to let me state

That she and I eventually were wed

In year three ninety, on the fifteenth date.

I was not King, Prime Minister instead.

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Queen Udi had the ancestry and wit

All by herself to turn the royal helm

And guide the argosy of state as it

Did navigate the oceans of the realm.

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With fatalism, I myself resigned

Unto my ministeriality.

Far be it from the passions of my mind

To try to contravene reality.

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But with the Jvashnas’ fall and Ub annexed,

The Vrikshayas sought venues fresh and new

According to the articles and text

That constitute the charter that they drew.

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So Ajinblambia had come to Ung

And wooed the Queen and forced me from her bed,

Supplanting me and climbing to the rung

Atop Ung’s ladder as Ung’s highest head.

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Once nominated to be royal King,

Tall Ajinblambia at once decreed

That I be cloistered in the novice wing

Of the famed nunnery, and don the weed

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Of black and white that nuns are wont to wear.

A century remained me to be nun.

A century devoted to meek prayer,

While Ajinblambia would be the Sun

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Of the Nyatic planet we inhabit,

She in her crimson, in her miniver,

I in my wimple, guimpe and swishing habit.

She as the King of her own Guinevere,

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I as a nun’s attendant and right hand.

Who was there who could contradict her rule?

Who could her edicts glibly countermand?

There was nought for it but to mewl and pule.

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At any rate, the abbess had agreed

To come by super-jet to meet the King

And speak of the ennunment, and to plead

Her cause as it concerned the tacit thing

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Whereunto on the phone they did allude,

The question of my sexuality.

For in the convent for me to intrude

Were dyed with shades of illegality.

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That evening I in Udi’s room was locked,

For King and Queen perhaps were warily

Aware that I might some way out concoct,

A prospect that they both viewed charily.

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The morning was delightful, full of cheer.

We three ate cutlets, melons and fresh eggs.

But as the end of afternoon did near,

The Queen did bind again my arms and legs.

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She placed the bit and shod me in the mask,

For Olezconia’d requested I be tied,

For she sought quickly to perform the task

Of sacring my new nunhood at her side.

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’Twas fourish by our own chronometry.

We have our measures and we have our times,

Our calculus and trigonometry.

We even have our scansion and our rhymes.

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So porcellanously upon my knees

I stood like to a china figurine,

My neck was lengthened and the mask did squeeze,

So taut the cords were tightened by the Queen.

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The royal ladies on the chaise had sat,

And chattered as they waited for the nun.

The maid-in-waiting, Stlembi, soon thereat

Came to announce unto the royal one

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A guest arrived with Thrulxmarj, the chauffeur,

Now standing just outside the office door.

“Milady, should I go without to her,

And fetch her here, O Majesty, before

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Yourself and our new King.  Be kind.  Say whether.”

The Queen instructed Stlembi, “Yes, make haste.”

The maid-in-waiting, Stlembi, curtseyed nether,

And back into the corridor then raced.

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A moment later that most awesome nun,

The abbess, Olezconia, appeared.

Her height was seven feet, a stately one

Whom everyone who knew her deeply feared.

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Her face was sweet and mild.  Her skin was cream.

Her lips were petals, lavender her breath.

She was a gracious goddess in a dream.

You’d never guess her limbs could have dealt death.

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For underneath her habit, there was strength.

She was athletic and gymnastic too.

She, with facility, walked any length,

And could have run it if she’d wanted to.

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So, to outsiders, like the King and Queen,

Her pious visage shone with grace and light

But to the nuns and postulants who’d seen

Her real nature, she embodied fright.

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I never have attempted to deny

That I personified timidity;

When Olezconia would come nearby

I’d flinch and quake with pellucidity,

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For I was not afraid to be afraid

Of such a formidable female foe,

Let all perceive that I my homage paid,

Appreciate that I my place did know.

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The royal ladies did receive the nun

With every courtesy and all respect.

Her tallness and the Vrikshaya’s were one.

A difference one hardly could detect,

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But Udi was much shorter, quite petite,

By standards of comparison in Ung.

If you could see the ladies on the street,

You’d think that aunts and niece had come among

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The throngs of passers-by who walked about.

Still Udi topped me by an inch or two.

Who thus was I the governance to flout

That Olezconia’d acceded to,

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Whenas those ladies doubtless rightly thought

That I was but a youngster in their midst?

Were I to show defiance, I’d be taught,

“Thou must be punished for the deeds thou didst.”

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The royal pair upon the chaise remained,

While Stlembi brought a chair to place nearby,

And then departed, while the Queen explained

I had been bound when that the hour drew nigh.

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The nun complained that an impediment

Encumbered my ennunment.  She was loth

To muddy waters with such sediment,

Describing with immodesty to both

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The problem that by nature I did pose.

Defdefa Convent had its sacred law.

“What can be done, do you, O King, suppose,

To remedy and rectify the flaw?”

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I wist not that whereof the royals spoke,

For they did posit riddles, rhymes and puns.

They in the folds of pedantry did cloak

Their answers to most questions of the nun’s.

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I overhead the Vrikshaya permit

Unto the nun pursuit of any course

She reckoned necessary, to commit

Me to the convent, even were it force.

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I knew that guarding me tenaciously,

The nun would ineluctably prevail.

’Twere utterly inefficaciously

That I’d try flight, for surely I would fail.

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So to my fate I did myself resign.

The nun seemed happy with the royal grants,

Agreeing to the general design,

To all the do’s and don’t’s and shalls and shan’t’s

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That royal and religious rules required.

So Olezconia did sacre me as nun,

Adopting me, as if she’d been inspired

By highest Heaven and its dazzling Sun.

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She sprinkled me with chrism, burning myrrh

And frankincense, and chanting olden prayer.

She knelt and then herself she did bestir

With an inscrutable and mystic air,

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Returning to the presence of the pair

Who had invited her to be their guest.

Queen Udi called to see what hearty fare

The nearest palace kitchen could suggest.

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Anon brought Pixidixia a cart,

A robot waitress with a living maid,

And she set forth a banquet with great art

Upon a table servants had conveyed

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And placed before the triad of grand dames.

They supped congenially on grouse and quail,

Kept warm above a brazier with soft flames,

And wine kept chilly in an icy pail.

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When supper had been eaten, Udi called

The porters, Jorbing and Omushca, to.

A stately palanquin they thither hauled

And placed it next to me without ado.

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Next they upraised me and put me inside

The gold-poled sumptuous sedan they’d brought,

Without disturbing scarves about me tied,

For them the Queen most carefully had taught.

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The cushions they emplaced below my knees

And underneath my ankles as before.

As if I’d been a feather in the breeze,

They bore me off from out the royal door

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Into the regal corridor without,

As Sister Olezconia took charge

And strode beside, inspecting all about,

As mistress and commandress by and large.

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“Room ninety-six-o-one,” she did instruct,

And Jorbing and Omushca did obey.

Unto a lift now they the litter trucked

And up we went without pause or delay.

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On ninety-six, the four of us got out,

And to the foresaid room we quickly went.

This was a lavish room, without a doubt,

A room oft vacant that for guests was meant.

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There Jorbing and Omushca set the coach

Upon the high-pile carpet on the floor.

No conversation did the abbess broach.

She merely smiled as they went out the door.

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They left me kneeling on the costly rug

And took the palanquin by its gold poles.

Not half a millimeter might I tug

And saw but little through the mask’s wee holes.

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However, Olezconia undid

My bonds and mask, and helped withdraw the bit

That in my buccal cavity was hid,

And I was free and easy just a whit.

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I’d been in bonds a fleeting pair of hours,

And so retained my freshness and élan,

A measure of my customary powers.

I was nor sore nor bruised, nor ill nor wan.

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Until that time, I had accepted all

That had transpired anent my lifelong nunning.

Still, I decided once again to call

Upon the royals, using wiles and cunning.

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So in a second when the lofty nun

Was looking for an object in her purse,

I swiftly to the corridor did run.

A vision of escape fain did I nurse.

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As by the bank of elevators, I,

On cheetah’s footpads coursing, did depress

Each button that was present to the eye,

I hoped to find one open and express

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That would deliver me with all due speed

Unto another floor, but they all lagged.

Their doors slid not apart, despite my need,

And seemed to wait as if they sagged or flagged.

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So I hied past, and found another door,

The entrance to a stairwell that I knew.

The door was locked. “Oh, drat!” I vainly swore.

I turned upon a heel for to review

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The elevators now, if haply they,

At last, were opening, and so they were.

So I sprang in.  My heart was blithe and gay,

As I pressed for the floor I did prefer.

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The sliding doors were sluggish once again.

They stood immobile just a trice too long,

So Olezconia could enter then

And grasp my nape with fingers svelte but strong,

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As if she’d been a pussy fetching home

Her kitten, with her teeth in cervix fur.

Thus that young cat might hardly farther roam,

But must go with the one that mothered her.

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The abbess marched me right back to the room

And threw me down upon the spacious bed.

My minute of elation now was gloom.

For Olezconia her fingers wed

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With mine, as if a zipper she had zipped,

And on the counterpane she pressed me hard. 

With unbelievably strong hands she gripped,

And all my efforts did with ease retard.

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“If one more time you misbehave or flout

The canon that I have imposed on you,

You should not entertain the slightest doubt

Your punishment will meted be as due.

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I guarantee you all the way you’ll go

To Fwascren bound and gagged aboard the train.

Nor respite nor relief will you then know

Until we reach the convent on the plain.”

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“But Sister Olezconia I crave

A minute with the royal Queen and King.

I really didn’t seek to misbehave.

I merely will with them discuss a thing.”

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“No further conversations will there be.

Decisions have been made and they will stand.

Besides the King and Queen have gone to see

An opera in Égshirvazi planned

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To be performed tonight, but you and I

Must soon lie down and get a good night’s sleep.

Quite early must we rise.  The hour is nigh.

The train is an appointment we must keep.

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Unto a bedpost she did lock my wrist,

Lest in the night I slip from out the room.

Just whither I would go I scarcely wist.

She’d sealed the lovely bedroom like a tomb.

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Cerulean foreglimpses of bright day

Were at the window early in the morn,

And afterwards in glorious array,

Far in the orient, the Sun was born.

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With all due speed I bathed and combed my hair.

Then dressed myself in habit and in veil.

The lofty nun and I ate simple fare.

Soon we went out.  A cab she did not hail.

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She wished to stroll the Avenue of Ung,

Or maybe one of many little lanes

That nearly parallel to it are flung,

As we went to the station and our trains.

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These little lanes are pretty, some with bowers,

And there are tamarinds and peepul trees,

O’ershadowing a million, million flowers

With seas of leaves that billow in the breeze,

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For there were tulips, pompoms, fleurs-de-lis,

Carnations, roses, irises and phlox

Abloom round every house that you could see

Built chock-a-block along those florid blocks,

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And there were fascinating little shops,

Wee stores and tiny kiosks, row on row.

But we’d no time to make a lot of stops.

Straight on to Forgsha Station we must go.

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But we could smell the wax and leather goods,

The coffee and the bread, the fresh-churned milk,

The furniture of costly foreign woods,

The fabrics made of cotton, wool and silk.

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We saw a fancy stationery store.

Chic dresses here and there were on display.

Just absolutely everything and more

We saw as we walked on along our way.

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Upon our planet, Forgsha Station first

And foremost of all terminals does rank.

In its vast lobbies thousands are dispersed

When exiting the gates lined in a bank

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Whereunto all the scores of platforms lead.

Along the median of every one

A moving sidewalk satisfies the need

To carry passengers, while buggies run

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Now hither and then thither, in a trice

Transporting people to the miles-long trains,

And escalators handily suffice

Where any platform with a bridge maintains

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Connection with another platform by,

Whereon commuters over trains can climb.

A labyrinth of tunnels far and nigh

Provides more access, also saving time.

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Additionally there’s a handy phone

Each hundred meters.  If by chance you’re lost,

You state your destination at the tone,

Forthwith directions, given free of cost,

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Will specify the markers you must seek,

Thus blazing the best trail for you to go.

Five minutes later, you again may speak

Into a phone, if more you need to know.

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The lobbies there are numerous and vast.

Along the lanes and passages inlaid,

A thousand shops and restaurants are cast

All helter-skelter, quaintly disarrayed.

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There are boutiques for souvenirs and books.

Hotel rooms can be had, and there are showers.

Intriguing little alcoves, tiny nooks

And stalls have lace and stamps and coins and flowers.

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The abbess visited a library or two,

And stopped at little bookstands on the way.

She bought some lives of saints and missals too,

And books of hours illustrious and gay.

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She paused once and again for cups of tea,

And looked at calendars and knitting pins.

She was exhilarated as could be,

As she peered in the showcases and bins.

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’Twas seldom that the abbess came to town,

And little did she know of suchlike things.

So she went striding in her pious gown,

Her mantle and her veil afloat like wings.

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Inside the largest lobby, broad and high,

In murals full of Ung’s unnumbered sights,

Its mountains, rivers, oceans, arching sky,

It’s sunny days, and starry twinkling nights,

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Are handsomely depicted.  Geysers, falls,

Plantations, cities, forests and plateaus

Are painted on the panoramic walls,

And with them every railroad where goes

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Each massive locomotive, full of power

With thirty, forty, fifty thousand horse,

And speeds that reach three hundred miles an hour,

As over hill and dale it flies its course.

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Unequalled mastery, unrivalled art

Went into all these murals that would last

A thousand years, nor ever fall apart,

Because of the constituency cast

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Into all the ingredients employed,

The plaster and the pigments and the oil

In accurate amounts and parts alloyed,

With effort painstaking and tireless toil.

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The nun was awed, nor was I less than she,

Although good many times thereat I’d been.

We spent some minutes there to oversee

The landscapes and the vistas drawn therein.

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At length, however, she looked at her watch

And said, “Gate Ninety Three is where we must.

Come, Rogizlenia, don’t let us botch

Our schedule.  You are ready, I do trust.”

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Without that I could answer, she had grabbed

My wrist within her fingers lithe and strong,

Like to a lady marshal who has nabbed

A lady felon, tugging her along.

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She strode but I must run to keep abreast,

Nor would her grip allow me just to lag,

For I my wrist thereout I could not wrest

However much my spirits seemed to flag.

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The thousands of fine passengers looked on

To see a spectacle not oft observed

In suave Mecnita: I seemed woebegone,

Quite unsophisticated and unnerved.

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Embarrassment did rouge my chubby cheeks,

For I felt all my feckless folly flush

Red corpuscles from capillary leaks

My visage for to tincture with a blush.

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Gate Ninety Three did meet us, though, at last.

We boarded in a second and we found,

As we went by compartments, walking fast,

The one to which our tickets showed us bound.

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We went inside.  There were two berths, a seat,

A microwave, refrigerator too,

A table and some shelves, all trim and neat.

The nun the curtains on the window drew

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To let the cheerful morning sun resplend

And brighten up our passage to the west.

Six thousand miles we now our way would wend.

The furnishings indeed left us impressed.

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Upon the seat we two sat side by side. 

We chatted but the nun herself talked most

While I just listened or inanely tried

To interject a comment or riposte.

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But as she spoke, hypnotic vapors swirled.

Enchantment or bewitchment, as it were,

Encompassed and engulfed my inner world

And fastened my attentiveness on her.

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Her diction was transfigured by the hour,

As if a language mystic and arcane,

Full of deep wisdom and magnetic power.

Poured from her lips as we traversed the plain.

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We had already crossed the Umzid’s stream,

Of all our rivers, mightiest and first.

Through Rolaspóniu our train did scream,

Then Wávernbo and Dágomagd traversed.

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Uqílso too we hurtled soon beyond.

High mountains in the distance we espied.

Behither them a forest or a pond

Flew backwards by our window just outside.

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Some hours elapsed before we did arrive

At Zhíginards, a city on the way,

Metropolis as busy as a hive,

Foremost in electronics of the day.

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There solid color astrofax machines

In awesome plants rolled off assembly lines,

And there were phones with telescoping screens,

And elements in numberless designs,

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To serve communication needs throughout

The country and the corners of the world.

Sophisticated satellites about

The planet in the troposphere that whirled

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Came into being in a factory

In Zhiginards that specialized in work

With the materials, refractory

To heat, renitent to each jolt and jerk,

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Required to build the telephonic moons.

Identifying, biographic chips

Computers ciphered would appear eftsoons

To put the nation’s ears before your lips.

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Our train drew in and we two nuns got out.

Into the station we both spryly walked

To watch the other riders gad about,

To listen as in wrist-phones they all talked.

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Some fingered earring phones and freckle chips,

Which could be planted underneath the skin.

Some others were attachable with clips

On ruffs and collars easy for to pin.

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Devices audio and video and more

In limitless profusion were on sale.

You’d say that Zhiginards was one vast store

Compared with which all others seemed to pale.

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Some thirty minutes, by an earthly clock,

Or one-fifth hour, as here on Nya we say,

Passed quickly and we passengers did flock

Once more to board the train and go our way.

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We went to our compartment, she and I,

Continuing our chat congenially.

Great concord and rapport came by and by.

She told me I had sinned but venially

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In the impersonation I did frame

When that, at first, into the convent borne,

Pretending that the nunhood were my aim,

Defdefa’s lifelong vows I’d glibly sworn.

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“However,” she explained, “those vows are firm.

There is no way to fail them to fulfil.

So perpetuity remains the term

Of your confinement, whe’r or not you will.

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For this is not a humanly decree,

Injunction or commandment you can flout.

This is the law of Nature.  Don’t you see?

It’s not affected by belief or doubt.

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That’s why your sin is venial, for, forsooth,

Your vows you’ll keep in any case at all.

It matters not you meant deceit or truth,

Your name has been inscribed upon the wall.”

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This frightened me but seemed to be the case,

For, willy-nilly, I was on my way

To execute the promises apace

That I’d made insincerely of a day.

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Back to Defdefa Convent I would go

As certainly as night does follow day.

No other mode of living would I know.

No other role could I expect to play.

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This understanding sank into my soul

And put down roots, just like a banyan fig,

That would implant themselves throughout the whole

Of my incarnate being and grow big.

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Yes, it was true.  I could not flee the vows

I’d made in my impersonation then.

Some mystic nunnery my spirit housed

And bound me to Defdefa once again.

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Our train raced onward swifter than a gale

Nor could I even think to run away,

When that at our next stop along the rail

We should detrain to rest upon our way,

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For Sister Olezconia would not permit

That farther than her arm’s length I be found

Within the stationhouse, nor could I flit

Like to the other passengers around.

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Soon we arrived in Zládnropol, midway

Between Mecnita and the city we

Awaited, Fwascren, rolling for a day

To cross six thousand miles of knoll and lea.

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This town was curious and gay and quaint

With crooked little streets and cobbled lanes,

With shops of stone with trimmings in red paint,

With signs like coats-of-arms, and leaded panes.

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Big slabs of gingerbread and almond cake,

Fresh popcorn and grilled sausages and toast

Were being sold like hotcakes, but our break

Was but for fifteen minutes at the most.

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Right in the station, a bazaar progressed,

And there we looked about a little while.

A painting of a heron in its nest,

A queen done in majolica blue tile,

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An elephant of brass, and olden coins,

With silhouettes of long dead dukes or earls,

An arch in miniature with sandstone quoins,

An olden silver bracelet set with pearls,

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A love letter now yellowing with age

And with’ring like an asphodel grown old,

The ink now evanescent on the page—

All these and more were being bought and sold.

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Anon, though, we could hear the trainman cry,

“The Fwascren train departs in minutes three!”

So we betook ourselves, nor did we buy

The merchandise that we did haply see.

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Again in our compartment, our rapport

Waxed even greater as the regal nun

Enchanted me more raptly than before,

Becoming thus for me the golden one.

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Her fingers danced before my eyes like flames,

Her touch was opium, her breath was mint,

Her lips were peonies.  How many names

Might I invent for every hue and tint

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Of her complexion and her azure eyes?

Her words were chimes and carillons and bells.

I hung on every pause and all her sighs,

Her bosom’s rhythmic recesses and swells,

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And her immaculate apparel black,

With attar heady and nepenthe sweet.

I felt her palms that pressed against my back

And drew me to her, nor could I retreat.

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This was an interlude of pure delight.

I had had no idea that this nun,

Whom I had deemed synonymous with fright,

Could radiate and dazzle like the sun.

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An hour elapsed.  Somehow upon her lap

I’d risen, clinging to her like a child.

Her mantle she around me then did wrap.

Her hugs were very gentle, truly mild.

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Profoundly I forefelt that I my niche

Had found as the companion of the nun.

I had a vision fabulous and rich

That I’d become her dearly favored one.

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Night fell, and I slept right in her embrace.

At dawn, celestial dreams still filled my head.

It took a gorgeous morning to erase

Nocturnal fantasies, as from my bed,

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From Olezconia’s black folds I rose.

I was expecting in an hour or two,

The locomotive would our train transpose

Unto our station, whence we two would do

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The twenty-mile-long pilgrimage afoot

Conventual tradition on the nuns

Arriving at Mubunur Station put.

Of many pious acts this was but one.

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Around mid-morning I expected, hence,

We’d reach great Fwascren, if we were on time,

For it requires a day, and then from thence

We’d start our homeward trek in this new clime.

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I heard the trainman calling out again,

“Cnaizdádf!  Cnaizdadf!”  Cnaizdadf a city is,

Eastward of Fwascren’s limit miles but ten.

The home and hearthstone of a million ‘tis.

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Then Olezconia commanded, “Rise!

Cnaizdadf is where we will be getting out.”

“Cnaizdadf?  Cnaizdadf?” I queried with surprise.

My ears were full of disbelief and doubt.

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As I had heard, our order owned just one,

A single nunnery, Defdefa named,

Within Dwesfesco, where the olden nun,

Our Sister Mevandolia, still famed,

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Did build our cloister centuries ago.

There were a dozen chapels here and there

Within the realm where we might rarely go,

A nunciature to which we were the heir

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With quarters in the palace of the King,

In Eldor Palace in the Holy See,

The city spreading o’er the world its wing

Mecnita, capital of land and sea,

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But nothing else.  That was the order’s sum

Of landed property, of real estate.

Wherefore, therefore, would we be stepping from

Our train here in Cnaizdadf?  We’d then be late.

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“But this is just Cnaizdadf,” I fecklessly

Objected to the nun, who smartly tugged

Upon my sleeve, as if she recklessly

Would pull me bodily, but I just shrugged

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In fatalistic helplessness, and quailed,

All docile to the order that she’d made

That I talk less, walk more.  So I just trailed

My skirt along behind in a glissade,

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As out the gate into the street we went.

I’d never visited Cnaizdadf before.

No ear had I unto its fanfare lent,

Except, like others, I could not ignore

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The medical renown that did redound

To that fair city in the breadth and length

Of Ung’s expanse and all the world around.

Of Shrongmoil University the strength

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Lay in its hospital of many towers,

Whose reputation did outshine the rest.

This was the center of all healing powers,

Ranked widely as the best among the best.

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Elsewise ‘twas nought I fairly knew thereof.

So whither were we heading I did wonder.

I looked unto the cirrus clouds above

And asked them if perhaps this was a blunder.

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I did not speak aloud, for I recalled

That I should walk, and not presume to talk.

I followed the great abbess, half-enthralled,

For to a spacious avenue to walk.

160

“Cnaizdadf Plaisance,” a street sign did declare.

An island ran the median along,

And on it eucalyptus took their air,

Their fragrance in the breezes rendered strong.

161

Now here, now there, a footbridge made of chrome,

Crossed walkers from one sidewalk to the next.

I felt at ease, but longed just to go home,

And not with deviations to be vexed.

162

Camellias red and angel’s trumpets gold

Did garland the broad sidewalks, which were ledged

With flowerpots, urns and planters, carven bold,

And which with box and holly crisp were hedged.

163

Both crocuses and irises I spied,

And lilies-of-the-valley whitely bloomed.

At length, though, we had come unto the side

Of Shrongmoil Drive.  The hospital now loomed.

164

I'd thought about the medical review,

A checkup that the abbess had explained

To King and Queen canonically was due

For every nun the nunnery contained.

165

I’d guessed that in Dwesfesco I’d be led

Unto a village doctor who my knee

Would tap.  Perhaps some blood I would be bled,

So he could say O, A, B or AB.

166

A stethoscope and maybe a sphygmometer

He’d grope my breast and zone my arm withal.

While in my mouth a glass thermometer

He’d stick, and on a pad of paper scrawl

167

My pressure and my temper’ture as well.

Perhaps for impetigo he would check

And whether éczema was present tell,

Or look for vitiligo on my neck.

168

Some thirty minutes later he’d be done

And sign a waiver, a clean bill of health,

And thence I’d be conducted by the nun,

All open and aboveboard, without stealth.

169

For surely this routine is known to all

Who ever have a check-up undergone

At a physician’s place, or made a call

About a cold to which they’d say, “Begone!”

170

How was it then to Shrongmoil we had come,

To Ung’s most famous health facility?

There were no surgeons or physicians from

Our village here, for their ability

171

Would not have qualified them for those heights.

The doctors here were eminent and rich.

The kingdom their accomplishments recites.

A bust of each stands proud within a niche.

172

Most surely they’d not cursorily check

And write a quick certificate for me.

Great Olezconia now took me by the neck

And we approached the gate, as I could see.

173

The motto “Stũglâ” underneath a shield

Depicting delphic serpents circling staves

Emblazoned argent on an azure field

Composed the coat-of-arms with crisscrossed glaives.

174

This word means “Healthy Commonwealth” in Ung.

I cringed before such grandeur and éclat.

How many poetesses may have sung

The glory of this hospital and spa?

175

But as we entered on the endless lawn,

A treeless campus velveted in green,

Extending acres, acres, acres on,

With only bone-white sidewalks in between,

176

I was dumbfounded, overwhelmed with awe.

I was astonished, totally amazed.

I felt a sinking feeling when I saw

The battery of skyscrapers upraised

177

In massed formation, standing side by side,

In shades of copper, rather tan than red,

In muted hues, upon the fairway wide.

A bronzen citadel far, far ahead.

178

Some of the towers were cylinders and cones,

While others parallelepipeds were,

Or pyramids and prisms, that in tones

’Twixt clayish bronze and copper matte did err.

179

A hundred stories at the very least

They up the cloudless firmament did rise.

They ranged both south and north, and west and east,

A heaven-built machine of awesome size.

180

We trode a bone-white, nonskid sidewalk on,

Like pumice or like loofah petrified,

That bisected the manicured green lawn,

Which rose in swells, subsiding like the tide.

181

This was too grand, too awesome, too superb.

I nearly fainted at the wondrous sight.

Some minutes later we had reached the curb

That circled round a tower great in height.

182

The upper stories cantilevered o’er

The lower, to provide a covered mall,

A portico three meters broad or more

Providing access to a width of wall

183

Wherein revolving doors turned smoothly round,

A dozen, to let patients in and out,

Admitting staff and visitors who’d found

Their way on errands they would see about.

184

When Olezconia and I approached,

I, full of apprehension, shivering,

By her with mild encouragement was coached,

As if advice she were delivering.

185

The lobby was an acre of waxed floor,

Lit softly by cylindrical bronze lamps,

Each lamp looked like the tower in its décor,

With bronzen shade the glare that softly damps.

186

A hundred meters thence a desk was seen.

Behind it sat a lady clad in white.

This must have been Reception I did ween.

But I said nought, not certain that I might.

187

As Sister Olezconia and I walked to,

The lady, of complexion golden brown,

With raven tress that hung her waist unto,

Looked up with carmine smile.  We two looked down.

188

“I was to ask for Deribandi here,”

Said Olezconia, who from her purse,

Withdrew a leathern wallet.  I did hear

The cheerful answer of the lovely nurse.

189

“Yes, I am Deribandi, here to serve.

How may I now assist you?” she replied.

The nun a card reached forth, I did observe.

But in her mien such presence did reside

190

That it declared her stature and her rank

More eloquently than a card could do.

So Deribandi just did glance and thank

The great new visitor as was her due.

191

She spoke unto a wrist-phone that she wore,

“O Arcuvelvia will you come to,

With Ornaluna.  We shall not need more.

Remember the instructions I gave you?

192

Now is the time to put them to the test.”

Two minutes passed.  Two student nurses came.

Both lovely but athletic, Shrongmoil’s best.

“Here’s Sister Rogizlenia, by name,

193

Do you recall the case I spoke whereof?

She now is ready to go to her room.

Will you escort this novice up above?

She’s ridden far and she herself would groom.

194

She’ll bathe and sup as well and sleep all night.”

Each student nurse then took me by a wrist.

With Ornaluna’s left fist 'round my right,

My left in Arcuvelvia’s right fist.

195

All three of us in one direction faced,

But I was shocked that they gripped me with force,

As if perhaps from them I might have raced.

I knew nor why nor whither, though, of course.

196

“How odd!  How very singular!” I thought,

And then in one bright flash I did perceive

The reason for preparedness.  I fought

But vainly their strong custody to leave.

197

I did foreglimpse that which awaited me,

Quite something other than a hasty check.

Now that it was too late I did foresee

The card that was withdrawn from out the deck.

198

Unto a stainless steel and brazen door

That opened to an elevator car

The student nurses guided me before.

Inside they pressed a button on a bar.

199

And up we went to level eighty-three.

A corridor they ushered me along.

Room eighty-three thirteen was meant for me

And I was safely locked inside ere long.

200

I looked around a second.  It was fine,

A pretty chamber done in shades of pink,

With closet with chemises in a line

With slippers made of simulated mink.

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