Sonnet 155

Inbound! Oh thou is whom she shall embrace

In cognizance of doom’d complexity.

Oh sun who warms all those in their headspace,

With what great true resolve, so zestfully.

To roam and dwell a day a day anew

From road to street, to yearn oh yearn so known.

And run thy memories, sordid review,

Without a fix in sight so blind, unknown.

Ruin’d is thy’s ‘morrow in state of mind

Oh foolery simply cannot save thee.

No good can bloom will bloom for thee to find,

Release the pain oh lest losing to be.

    Emancipate thyself from wicked ring,

    Enchant thyself with whom the angels sing.