Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Meta Sonnet: In Which I Share A Fear

I live in mortal fear of that one day --
When it will be, I have no way to know --
When suppertime will pass, and more, and yea
A sonnet is not written. I will go
To lengths extreme and crazy to prevent
That day from coming, but I'm human. There
Will come a day when all that this has meant
To me will fall apart. I do not care
To see it soon. The pint glasses I'll stack
And stack up to the ceiling. All in all
Four hundred sixty nine rise high. One crack
In my resolve and ev'ry one will fall
And shatter with my pride. But it's not here,
That day, and will not come, I hope, this year.

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