A sonnet cycle in production

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Sonnet #18

Vibrant traffic snakes past my stolid stance
Unaware of perfection’s clear model
Looming above this churning modern dance.
How you remain aloof to the muddle
Of ignorance slopping against pillars
Sustaining your pedestal befuddles
My intellect. Your calm evokes shriller
Sirens to increase their righteous efforts
At orderly propulsion similar
To frightened calls to stampede to resorts
Of false serenity, breaching the ledge
Feigning as restraint, driving the cohorts
Into turbulent seas. I will not dredge
the fathomless for altitude’s knowledge.

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