SONNET 132
"To look down on the ordinary is to despise what you don't have."
~ Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Fawned once serenades cloud I saw her crater glow --
The crucible hot made'f meadows flannel heart tugs
Below 'ts ghosts, vanguard 'pon the air its baritone,
Threaders strung appulse her preternatural vog;
As death takes care of life, flowed the bright succulents;
Embosomed arcs own tailored lights refract your peak;
Torrent under th' australis we smitten'd our lives,
From dawn to dusk feeds th' earth, will the horizon speak,
A pinnacle her shows amused, Ulap escorts,
Lo, his sacrifice created this mantel so
Excitedly, flickered pendulums to resort
Their labor rude but gilts, perfected to a cone,
Hence vaporizing pressure makes a diamond lode;
Alchemized, so art from peace, turns whole nations gold.
