SONNET 105
All flowers bulbed single-rooted chimes count per age
The rooster ages fathomed sounds on milky dew;
A little kind little more kindness, yet, ye rage
Blights--now is the time to rise and suffer anew
Clot empire t' engage the snow of nuances fused,
Dreamt opportunity is realization;
Fools give their all, while some ni provocation fools
Withal. This giver's yard, the retreat's swine gluttons,
O heavy beasts, their weight in mock predatorial
Knows the little ones the lim't all must obeisant
Hedge, devours thy shallow pod bloody 'nd fanciful
Hegemon, o a cascade 'twas all we could dant
Enough seeds, enough pray'rs, enough ink, enough paint;
The hurried 'las, scant truer, hails close upon rain.
