SONNET 95
Neon threads, perhaps a whole we can all create,
But introspecting clouds a glare from successes
The ether, shamed impers'nating evacuate
Must get rid some the same proud indifferences;
Of it: lukewarm -- fuschia every did engage us
While not overt pink but pink in humility.
O last in days a lasting retrospect confess
Like a mirror to a mirror, sublimities
Contain, o happy days as feline spots repeat
Us summoned a lamb's hair's chance in isolation --
Well must be, towers burn, how late must she admit
Instead of everyone; sans meet bends; ovation
Peñafrancia's name, intercede, all, intercede.
Revert to truth, everybody, from bead to bead.
