SONNET 138
June's monstrance buzzed o'er mountains hundred olive-aged;
He, too, affects the new tomorrow's volition
By his own gives chase affinities and his page,
The face of confidence pale so burnt ignition
Pries hope, folded so lent for waves plowed inventive,
Hence able in fortune ruined, deplete and thrown
From latitude beset yet wiser's same believed
The poured sentinels on the cheek of night, and 'ts ghosts
Old men loved once. But one demise spectacular
Outshines it, O maker of life both friend and fiend:
One deserter of youth and his gracious father.
Let the old stay 'nd dry through 'nd 'neath the northeastern winds
You knew no Kronos if benefit's to be free,
Though this be consequence in the heart of the sea.
