SONNET 119
Oblate poised how the sum of unitary poles;
Their yolk, their yolk found calamity in repose
'Right,' called, the leaf simple citrus and saccharine
Born, such disorders rectifying ground between,
When the spectrum'f ideologies is a sphere,
Concurrent waves a struggle against becomes 'there'
Nor blasé here, whose worst was glacial on a keel
Of both doomed convictions promise o'er 'gainst there:
Fickle mobilizations seer'f delusion,
Titillated by stern seducing romance
And bewitched as rain up if mundane intrusions
Show and finally mean nothing. So, to advance
Transpir'ng thus betide a cause uninvented;
Libertine nih'lists besides were just resentment.
