Sonnet II: Exiles

More tragic are those Gods who still remain.
Olympus fell; yet cast about Them thrice,
You’ve wrapped Them up in filthy sheets of ice;
And jeer that none will recognize Their Reign.

Though hidden in plain sight, so great remain
These Paragons of Beauty; Their Devices–
Their Sublime Creations–could entice,
Enlighten, and inspire, if Their Domain
Were not so hidden, frozen, and unclear.

Yet through your filth, such Gods might still be seen;
Though locked beneath a century’s demean.
If one unbidden eye should chance to turn,
A mortal soul might taintless beauty learn;
And this is what you meretricious fear.

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Intro 2: Regarding Sonnet II

It appears that this
sequence will grow to four, and
may yet grow to five.

Here: more beautiful
than those upheld by liars.
Hidden in plain sight.

Next: the holy who
will never exist. At least
they will not be raped.

  • Dedicated to
    Irving Bacheller,
    and they
    whose gifts I shall find.
  • How could it be that
    one so great could ever be
    hidden in plain sight?
  • Ever innocent,
    they, knowing not such evil,
    who let it happen.

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