SONNET 125
Navier blues outcasted plumes besting the sun
Grimed fumes a forest sundial, full'f lesser bands,
Alternating rhyme knots f'r ideal persuasion.
The gnomon: a knitting-needle clapped sing'lar hand;
Overthinking's felt amissed wrong focuses on
Threaded till mandalas intuited away
Fallacies of Gödel's paradigmatic own
Insanity -- processes dull, advancing to stay,
Capered howls, guide more vivid resoundingly through
Magnified uniqueness causing the thread amid
Satyrs bare in nuances less nuances it
Burrowed to undulate force t'wards the azimuth,
And, finally, clean we stare undeceptively
In light of efforts pass their own's our filtered glee.
