SONNET 130
Unlike Plato's soft-spoken demagoguery,
As things sometimes be choice, sometimes prosecution,
Though jaded cells be they my eyes composition
Makes the glow'ng canvassed 'sif puddles or bridge of clay;
Th' image perceived is but weight, not in Libra's scales
But adds where vanity makes you choose between gold
Or lead, wher'ver our projects pass or wher'ver fail,
Future's sole vanity's truth: we'll be scrap or sold.
What else? 'Twas not how makes but what it does abide,
Said they wh' augurs not, so lies be noble fiction.
O unfalsifiable breach the quiet sky
When Fireworks are so of lead and dereliction.
Noxious gales who swing a moondance round how we felt --
Extremes unworked by paradox nullifies 'tself.
