Untitled Sonnet

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(Originally posted August 19, 2004, before I switched content management systems.)

Could then, a weary soul try to appease
a mind gentler, and ease that which upsets?
The wonder at projected silhouettes
Illusions of these common vagaries?
Now forced astride by lingering regrets
and erring only in intent to tease
the dilute taste of blood lost underseas
in desperation, clings to but vignettes.

Romantic notions left behind, forgone
Perfection past in both the mind and heart
Where truth is lost in justly lives withdrawn.
But savage children ever seek beyond
To seek what mothers care not to impart
To love, to wish, to reach, to pass it on.

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