Hmm… I hear tell that they have already sent his brother into space recently. Well, normally I don’t follow the news; but, this is very interesting; although, I admit I may have something wrong here.
Daily Archives: Wednesday, February 4th, 2015
Sonnet III: Sublime
Express, shall I, what nature, perfect, is?
Thine every fibre, doth it answer me;
And giveth, every answer, what thou wilt;
But shalt thou, my reflection, never be.
So shall my sweet surround, make perfect bliss;
Thine answer’s twist doth make mine arms surround;
And maketh gather up, and without guilt,
Again, to make this circle thus abound.
I promise then, that wheresoever this,
Our passion, taketh thee beyond the world;
Thine answer, sweetest, never to be spilt,
No matter, gathered up, where art thou hurled.
Wherever then, I pledge, that dost thou sway;
So fast, mine hold, wilt not thou twist away.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Remember when I mentioned I wish I could use…
Multiple columns? Well. There may be a way. Though I am not yet sure the scope of what I have discovered as of yet. I will be performing a number of experiments to see how best this may be done.
Intro 3: Instinct
Every twist and turn
Makes me hold you more tightly.
You can’t get away.
You know you are safe.
No matter where you may go.
I have to hold on.
Twist and slide, knowing
That I can always find you.
You can not get lost.
We are made this way.
Like hand and glove we are made.
That’s how well we fit.