(Image from Wikimedia Commons - in public domain) A quick poem inspired by the famous account of the unknown visitor to the house of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who disrupted the poet while he was writing "Kubla Khan" - which is pictured in the image. There are various theories about "him", but here, I decided to explore what it would be like if the Person interrupted Coleridge on purpose. Maybe "he" just wasn't a poetry fan? Funnily enough, I actually mislaid the notebook I wrote the early lines of this poem in, and had to practically turn my room upside down to find it again. If that isn't karma, I don't know what is.