Sonnet III: Name Us

Shall profit grant me mere upon release,
A living testament to living lives;
Shall profit take me even when they cease;
For living life as living life survives?

As second over living second, thrives
The lift of life as only life could lift;
Each passing hour, every second strives,
As second, hour, and year, would pass as swift.

So do we drift through time as time would drift,
Depriving all of what it may deprive:
So lacking lustre as privation’s gift–
The merest that the merest would survive.

Then strive we only now to own life’s lease,
Alive until our living would increase!

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Sonnet II: Myth

Who sang and wrote and played, whose life resists
All separation, whether said or done;
Who greater knew the fortune he had won;
Who held beyond all else, and who resists:

Has in eternity as though begun
A world in each brief instant such as this,
Has sung beyond each instant; as abyss
Has come and gone, but knowing only one;

And knowing only one, has come and gone.
Particularly captive, though as drawn
Up–shielded from this active count–gone forth
With all temerity; surmounting with
Intrepid fervour, boldly to his north;
Has come and gone; yet leaving only myth.

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Sonnet I: Ode

I felt but did not see nor hear the one
And only one who fell to the abyss:
No single scream of fear nor rage in this
Abandoned call–nor hate from whence begun

This long abandoned fall of he who won.
But still the chill of recklessness persists
In all–the tremor of its wrath resists
Appallingly a will to be undone.

Yet almost as I fell myself–that with
Abandon… frozen… squalls me to the north–
The shaken state to which I have withdrawn.

What story shall they write, what ode, what myth
Shall celebrate such infamy thenceforth
When long and cold ago I will have gone?

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Sonnet IV: What Remains

Although to thee thou wouldst that life is lost;
Declaim the shame of all that it contains;
My love doth live in this thou wouldst accost;
Yet see how free her innocence remains.

I would that shouldst thou know thine eyes may trust,
That she as thee such trial here sustains;
Though long hath life to her so dealt unjust;
Yet still she will her innocence remains.

I pity thee if still thou canst not see,
The difference from thy sameness she attains;
Though lost, thy life the same, my love is free;
Through this abyss, her innocence remains.

So deep the sweetness still thy soul contains,
I pray this day thine innocence remains.

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