SONNET 126
Reaped as much wealth as
I've gathered sorrow.
~ Friedrich Hölderlin
This sullen scape, romancing its obsession qualms
Told by tarot cards: believe in yourself! we say
Unwatered nights for nomads that we are, as wasps
Do or creeping vines; 'bove identity's Truth! lay
Things value t'another, as true love's divin'ty.
Lo, I offer you boredom in sincerity,
I offer you florals o'er changing waters. I
Offer you peace, assured by endless sieges. I
Offer you forgeries for a brighter future,
Whose dusk, jade colored, phased tints for the coming sky,
For though my best be no best at all, by the suture,
Sacrament confessor of my dreams bless'd goodbye
Confesses me -- rites yet prove how loved be immense,
You are my last risk, last shame, and last indolence.
